I always thought I was tough. Externally I looked tough, fit and strong. On the inside, I have always kept my emotions in check. Even when facing difficulties, I will grimace, smile, and keep going. But I am glad I am not as strong, or heartless, as I thought. I cried so many times over the past week that I could feel my eyes ache. I cried as I was walking to work, I cried when I was taking the train, I cried when I looked at my Dad slowly slipping away in his final hours. My last weekend literally changed my life. I received the call that he was warded in ICU. My brother said he was close to the end and if I want to see him, I had better come. I decided to go to the hospital, to meet my Dad whom I had not ......