In a quest to be a better parent
As a child immigrant, I have memories of a place and a time that is quite different to the present I am living. I always wondered why I have a sense of nostalgia and mourning of a loss that I can not define. But I have begun to understand why and to accept that it may always be there…
You bring change.
Birthdays and other milestones of those
beyond the living lives
once always a part of a “we” and “us”
Felt in the here and now by
me, myself,
