Today was the fifth memorial of my late Father. He left us in the early morning on the 22nd November 2011. 

Already five years has passed since then, and I am surprised of how fast the time flies, while his memories and words are getting stronger and brighter. 

My last five years had been with full of changes. I left the job immediately after his departure at the end of February 2012 (it was 29th, a day comes only after every four years) and became a freelance translator. Since then I worked hard to get on the track, even when I got zoster on my right-side face and head in May 2012 (and actually at the night of my father's funeral, too) I never took a holiday and dedicated myself to work. Now, my monthly income has grown minimum five times of the salary I was getting from the company. And because I am a freelancer, I can come and meet Mother in Japan often. Moreover, we started traveling different places in and out Japan and India, and other countries in the world. We could finally take one of our nieces from India to Japan this year. I am becoming capable of realizing my dreams one by one. I am very convinced of that is all thanks to Father's wishes and blessings.

I look forward to further changes and growth in coming days, months and years, and hopefully without missing even a tiny dot in my life because I know it has a significant meaning and taste later. I swear in front of Father of working and playing harder to savor my life to the fullest, as that had been his wish and encouragement. 
 

Tuborg beer, Ginja the cherry liquor from Portugal, sardines pate and bacalhau,
kaki-no-tane rice crackers.
Accompanying him are Galo de Barcelos, the fortune roosters from Portugal.