18 March 2013

“How are you? What will you do tomorrow?”, the short text message read. Tomorrow? Why tomorrow? What is tomorrow? But… Of course. How couldn’t I? I couldn’t, for I was suffering from short term memory loss. I wasn’t able to remember him, neither the pain, the void (which was good), nor the happy moments, the […]

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Day of reckoning

We have a virtual family. The neuroblastoma parents. A closed group on Facebook with over 3000 members. All sharing the same predicament. Suffering from the same ordeal. Asking questions, trying to learn from each other’s experiences, getting advice; sometimes just venting out their frustrations with the “normals”. These are some of the things we, as […]

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Barcelona, Fred, Barcelona

I don’t remember when I first came to Barcelona. Was it before Fred decided to settle here in late 2000s, or was it after, to visit him? I do remember vividly the conversations we had in London though, which almost always ended with a discussion on where to settle after his retirement. He didn’t want […]

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