A Funeral

I went to a funeral. He was 66 years old and a father of two school teachers. When the two sons were students, they were playing table tennis and the father was a great fan of them. He has cheered them up a lot. 

After his son graduated from school, he started learning Chinese, Japanese calligraphy and many other things with enthusiastic. He went to China several times. 

When he was 60, he caused a stroke. After the illness, his right side couldn't move any more. But he fought against his disability. He trained to write calligraphy with left hand and finally he held his exhibition of Japanese calligraphy.

He, however, couldn't beat pancreas cancer. Only four months after the exhibition, he passed away. 

May his soul rest in peace.