Monday, August 02, 2010


I've been trying to mentally prepare myself for the days ahead. When I received news today that my grandfather had slipped into a coma, I knew I was never going to be ready to face it.

I'm glad I was able to see him this week. We had milk and coconut cake while he made jokes and told stories. Just like we used to do so long ago when I was a little boy. I'd wake up at 4AM and go into his room so he could keep me company and we'd sit together until the morning.

Milk and cake will never be the same again. Nor the mornings.