My Po Po passed peacefully at 8am, February 11, 2021. One day before Chinese New Year.
Mom said that she was even thoughtful about when to die. In Chinese superstition, you should not have a joyous family event the same year as death. By passing away on the day she did, my cousin can be married in the coming lunar year. Though I often shrug off superstitions, I appreciated that this highlighted just how thoughtful my grandma was.
A year unlike any other. Three hundred and sixty six days with reasons of what to be grateful for, reminders of what not to hold tightly to, and recognition of how connected we all are.
Jack has a goal to run a full marathon by his 40th birthday. Even though I think it’s crazy, I joined him on his training run on my bike.
I’ve heard of wives who let their husbands have a day to themselves, but Jenni flipped the idea for Father’s Day. She organized a family bike ride and a gaming party with my kids.
I can’t remember the last time I saw my brother in person. It was probably back in February since his schedule is often full. Sure, we’ve Zoomed, Facetimed, Google Hangout, and Housepartied during the shelter in place, but it’s not the same as being with a person in person.
I love Jenni’s imaginative solutions to life’s curveballs. For as long as I’ve known her, she doesn’t let things hold her down from living. It’s one of her traits that I admire the most.
We daydreamed about what to do for Memorial Day weekend to keep the kids active and motivated. With recommendations to stay at home still active in our county, we took the approach to “camp” at home. And it had several advantages over real camping, namely, being able to sleep well in our own beds.
I can only imagine the hardships that many people face with the COVID-19 pandemic. The fear, uncertainty, loss, pain, and death. Normal life flipped almost in a day when shelter-in-place orders rippled through the United States to slow the spread of the disease. It’s eerily parallel to the movie Contagion or Outbreak. Even a zombie apocalypse.