My dad passed away yesterday. It was so sudden.

As I’m trying to process everything, I read every single message from my friends, many send his poems. As I started to translate some last night, I felt like I’m finding a way to connect to his soul.

I’ll slowly share some here

“One day I will die very quietly
The wild grass will gently muse a lullaby
One day I will die free from hatred
Slowly the eyes will close, gently the hands will let go
One day I will die oh so funnily
I will just let my hair down, just like someone who is dreaming”

(One day)

“If I die, the blue sky is so calm
Another star falling from the sky
If you drink a cup of coffee, would you remember
To drink that star in the cup for me?”

(Another star falling)

For someone who lived his life so passionately until the very last hour (he was supposed to host a live radio show yesterday afternoon), my dad wrote quite a bit about his future death.

I’m wondering if it’s cuz he had seen many deaths, and he himself escaped death many times.

He had lived a life full of love, but poetry had always been his first one.

A few years back I wrote about my dad, my mom and their incredible stories in this thread. https://twitter.com/tranghoang/status/1122764826147614720