A week before I returned to Singapore from Australia, Mum had to put the pug down.
Absence
The thing that haunts me, is how normal my father’s absence feels. Has felt from the beginning.
On bright stars in dark nights.
2013 was year where my desire to go walkabout with possessions in a bundle at the end of a stick …
Numbering loss
My entire understanding of my father’s death at this point, rides on numbers. September 4 – the stage of cancer …
What I miss
Enormous highways to forever. The feel of a powerful vehicle responding to my touch. A dry salt wind from deserts truncated …
The sound of heartbreak
But how do you get away from the memories? That’s what she’s left with. The missing words to a prayer …