Remembering Papa

It is around 9pm, way past my little girl bedtime on a summer day. I would jump around excitedly in bed, waiting for the three honks that could only mean one thing: that my parents are finally home from work. As they park their car in the garage, I try to make myself useful in their […]

A One-Way Plane Ticket

“It’s like I’ll take a one-way plane ticket and I’m never coming back,” my father told us tearfully last weekend. We’ve just found out that his stage II pancreatic cancer metastasized to stage IVB. There is no stage V. Throughout the years, I gave comfort and words of assurance to friends who witnessed their mother, […]