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Funny. I want to just say it. Life is funny.

I received an out of ordinary phone call from a restricted number. I picked it up, which was unusual. On the other side was a sound of a young woman, obviously struggling to find words, combining Thai and English – “This is May, I’m calling about our father…”

And the story started from there. Father was in the hospital, and just in case I was curious or inclined – information was being given to me to do whatever I wish to it. Within 20 minutes, I left the house. The hospital was near Hollywood where my father and his family had been living in for the past 5 years, It’s about less than 7 miles from my place. This was the first time I heard about him in years, before I told him I was no longer interested in talking to him. 

It took me awhile to convince the staff that I was a relative. No big deal. Once I got inside, I stood there in a hospital mask for about a half an hour. I still didn’t have any words. He wasn’t conscious. So it was perfect. No one knew exactly what was wrong with him – to be expected from the Kaiser hospital. All they knew was that he was in a coma, in a serious condition.

The next morning, about 10 hours after my visit he was done. May, my half sister called later in the morning. They (May and her mother), decided against resuscitating. That was that. But the finalization of things I knew was yet to come.

Oh, right, the funny part : Father died on January 30, my mother’s birthday. 

last day

last time

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