When I was really small, I never ever wanted my parents to die. EVER. I used to cry in bed thinking about them dying and how awful that would be… I think it was triggered by my grandfather’s death now that I think of it. The thought of my parents dying was unimaginable and I [...]

My father was always a strong and active person. He was always springy. So when I saw my father in the last few months of his life, weak, tired and at times listless, I would be amazed and pretty taken aback because that was not Papa. I would some times wonder if my father was [...]

I cannot believe it has been one month and a bit since my father passed away.
I have dreaded this moment. The process has been difficult and although I sit here everyday for a few hours staring at my text editor, nothing really comes out. I feel uneasy and the recesses of my mind feel clogged. [...]