Death
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Death, Greed, & Drama: No Time to Grieve
The 2 weeks after the funeral, DW called me almost every day, sometimes 2-3 times a day. It got to the point that every time I heard her unique ringtone, I instantly became crossed and filled with rage. She inquired when I was going to take Daniel, when I was going to take over being Continue reading
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Death, Greed, & Drama: Thursday, August 28, 2025 at 11:00 am
I had an off-site work meeting at the end of September and had planned to swing by to visit since I was within a few hours of the general area. However, it was not meant to be. I haven’t seen Daniel since he’s had his stroke. It was difficult to believe that he was only Continue reading
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Death, Greed, & Drama: Tuesday, August 26, 2025 at 6:26 pm ET
DW called and left me a message letting me know that Māmā had passed away. I fell to my knees in shock, wept out loud – ugly cried, heartbroken, and could not regain my composure to immediately return her call. I asked DW how Māmā died but she could not understand what I was asking. Continue reading
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Death, Greed, & Drama: A Therapeutic Series of Letting Go
My mother unexpectedly passed away in August 2025, and life has been full of family drama driven by greed. So, I will be publishing a series of posts as an attempt to work through emotions, internal dissonance, and find some peace in the turmoil. Continue reading
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Messy Things
The early morning in mid-September is shrouded in darkness, seems fitting for the current state of things. I know in the very depth of my soul that the proverbial light at the end of this long, dark, and arduous tunnel, but I cannot even see a glimmer right now. Guided only by my faith that Continue reading
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Soldier On
The inevitable response to death always seems to lead to greed & thirst for power. I have been burdened with an insurmountable task with no access to resources. There is no opportunity to properly grieve, or take a breath, or process as I must just soldier on. Continue reading
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Fortunate Ones
For as long as I can remember, I knew that I would not grow old in Hong Kong. For as long as I can remember I knew that I would not even graduate from primary school in Hong Kong. The plan was always to vacate the tropical little island before it fell back into the Continue reading