I’ve been trying to write something here since my dad passed away, but nothing feels natural. My words feel hollow, written or heard, they aren’t resounding with my true feelings. I feel like I’ve reached closure, but at the same time feel in limbo. 

I’ll be going back to America before the funeral. It’s not that I don’t want to be here, but that right now I need my husband and my babies. I need the sense of normality that comes with being home. 


The Fragility of Life

One minute he was here… The next he was gone. 

We are trying to raise money towards funeral costs for my dad. We’ve set up a GoFundMe page in hopes of offsetting some of the expense.

I will always love you, dad!