Your last words to me were “be good” I was 17 years old. They’ve echoed in my head since
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“When you die you, as a drop in the ocean merge with ocean.” “Death is like removing your clothes, only you are ridding yourself of your material body.”
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My father died on a Monday. An early morning in spring- just as the day began, just as people were busy scurrying. I think about how many babies were born at that exact moment. How many of them had his curly black hair and dark coffee skin
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My dad died over 10 years ago… we didn’t have a good relationship and I probably didn’t see him 10 years before he died. Recently, I was speaking with a young pilot. My dad was also a hobby-flyer. He was actually the only survivor of a plane
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My Belgium grandfather being foolish in our family pool, pretending to be a shark and scaring my sister and I.
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My mom getting a phone call one evening. Two days later, she is on the plane to China. We thought he would get better, but another two days later my grandpa had passed away.
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The nurses in palliative care who paid no mind to official visiting hours as my mom slipped away. I only wish I had taken more advantage of the opportunity.
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I still remember over 18 years ago when I got a phone call announcing your death. Dear mother I still miss my dearest friend and the best mentor possible. Love you always.
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My best friend from childhood, Adrienne. She had the most infectious laugh. Gone too soon, but her laugh lives on in my memory whenever I get carried away laughing at something she would also find funny. I miss you.
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