Loss of a Parent(s)

Even Gloomy Hospital Rooms Get Sunlight

Even Gloomy Hospital Rooms Get Sunlight

A thin shard of sunlight sliced through the pale blue curtains in the cold hospital room, burning against my throat. “Baba” was all I managed to say. I could not tell if he was asleep or awake. His eyes were dazed and unfocused as if he could not see the room in front...

Peter Crawford, a Father Figure

Peter Crawford, a Father Figure

“My father passed away from cancer when I was nine.” I know their next words after this statement: I am so sorry. Why? Because the thought of a nine-year-old boy crying himself to sleep for months makes you feel sympathy. Or that you know me now and I just blindsided...

Too Young

Too Young

Too young to remember it all. Too young to hear those life-changing words. Too young to grow up so fast. Too young to need to make everyone happy despite the pain. Too young to watch the Dad I knew and loved have to go through this torture, Stage 4 Glioblastoma...