Father Lim has been away. There is a very noticeable absence I feel in our family home. Perhaps it’s his loud footsteps, or perhaps the clinking and clanking of new woks in the kitchen, perhaps it’s the sound of him fixing up the roof, or perhaps the sound of the brushes sweeping paint unto our deck (yes, he paints the deck often). Perhaps it’s him calling out my name every 15 minutes to ask me what I’m doing, or perhaps it’s him annoying our little husky so much that they end up arguing with each other — that is Father Lim verbally trying to reason with a howling husky. I think he is missed.