On my way

Getting ready to leave the house for the airport now.  We’re waiting on my brother. Let me just say that I have never gotten choked up leaving the house before.  And here I am, teary-eyed just thinking about it. It seems the past few years, the house has never been the same.  Mom was sick back then. The change was the fact that we didn’t have her out and about with us much.  Then mom got sicker, but she was still able to converse a bit.  The last time, the house once again went empty with a little bit of...
Continue reading...

Cabin Fever

It’s 11 p.m. on a rainy Bangkok Saturday night. And I ain’t got nobody. Just me in dad’s office, waiting for pictures from the day we scattered my mom’s ashes to upload. I am in such a partying mood but my partner in crime, Tong, is out of town this weekend. But then again, it’s raining cats and dogs out there. Better not be outside puddle hopping intoxicated or out on the slippery road with drunks behind the wheels. I should definitely count my blessing. Oh well, hell. I’m just going to party with myself then. I’ll go fetch my...
Continue reading...

Ibuprofen, wherefore art thou?

If physical pain makes you feel like you’re alive, I am VERY alive today. I’m all sore from working out and dancing about. My voice a little raspy from singing. My allergies, thank you Tylenol Allergy Sinus, was killing me earlier. Sitting down and getting up has been some very ALIVE moments. I haven’t even tried going all up the stairs yet. Coming up from ground floor was already interesting enough. There is no such thing as Ibuprofen in this household. I didn’t even think about that. I seriously am punishing myself without even thinking about it. Ah…nothing brought out...
Continue reading...

Earthly Possession

“Okay, when I get home, I’m going through all of my own stuff,” exclaimed Aunty Sida. “My poor kids! If I don’t start now, they’ll be doing the same thing we are doing right now after I’m dead!” Folks, the aunties and me had been going through mom’s stuff for about 6 hours today, including lunch break. Pueng had brought down most of mom’s clothes to the living room. We all spot her favorite outfits and marveled at all the other pieces she had collected–some of them haven’t even been worn yet! The piles threaten to drown us a few...
Continue reading...

Adjustments

I have put together all the information about my mom on the page “In loving memory”. You can go over there to get all the info you need. My mom had always valued education. Aside from the Red Cross, this was another cause she supported. As a matter of fact, a monk turned up one night at the wake. Apparently, my mom had paid for his ordination 10 some years ago when she and the aunties stopped at a countryside temple. He saw my mom’s funeral announcement in the papers and came to pay his respect. But I digress. My...
Continue reading...

Finding laughter

First of all, some of the pictures are up on my Flickr set. Yep. There are some humor there too. More are coming as soon as I get around to upload the rest. It’s odd how during this very sad time for me and for my mom’s friends, we managed to find some humor along the way. Well, most of the funnies came from Team Khun Noi’s #1 Clown, Aunty Ray. Aunty Ray, one of my mom’s best friends, had a stroke several years ago but recovered beautifully. Her Donald Duck level temper and sharp wits are still intact. (Okay,...
Continue reading...