今天是我爸爸去世一百天的纪念日。我们全家一起去墓地看望了他。

我想分享一个一直在我心里萦绕的小故事。

在我初中的时候，非常讨厌800米跑步。爸爸告诉我一个小诀窍：“吸， 吸， 呼， 呼， 专注在你的呼吸。”神奇的是，这真的帮到了我，从那以后我跑800米变得很轻松。

爸爸去世的这一百天里，每当我锻炼或冥想时，我都会想起爸爸。在那个年代的中国，几乎没有人谈论冥想，他是怎么知道这些方法的呢？

爸爸，我想你。我知道生活中会有许多事物让我想起你——当我看到人行道的时候，当我看到落日的时候，尤其当我运动 或深呼吸的时候。爸爸，我们会永远想念你。 

Today marks the 100th day since my dad’s passing. Our family gathered together and visited him at the cemetery.

I want to share a small story that has been on my mind. When I was in 7th grade, I dreaded the 800-meter test we had to run at school. Dad taught me a simple trick: “in, in, out, out — focus and control your breath.” It worked like magic. Suddenly, I could run with ease, and I even became good at the 800 meters.

Now, whenever I exercise or meditate, I think of Dad. How did he know this back then, in a time and place in China where meditation wasn’t even a common idea?

Dad, I miss you. I know there will always be moments that bring you back to me — when I pass a fellow pedestrian, when I watch the sunset, when I pause to breathe. You will always be with me