A week before I returned to Singapore from Australia, Mum had to put the pug down.
The thing that haunts me, is how normal my father’s absence feels. Has felt from the beginning.
2013 was year where my desire to go walkabout with possessions in a bundle at the end of a stick – or a couple of bags in my case – came true. I’ve been on it for a year and a week today, but rather than some far flung locale, I’m writing this post from…
My entire understanding of my father’s death at this point, rides on numbers. September 4 – the stage of cancer he was diagnosed with.