Saying goodbye to my own parent…

There is nothing more fearful to the ones who are living far away from their aging parents with oceans apart than to get an emergency call in the middle of the night. To me, having a shallow night’s sleep in a regular bed of nails has just felt like normal for all those years. The vaguely devastating time came into being as a harsh reality on the night of January 6 th . Mom’s voice from the other side of the phone sounded like a candle in the wind. “Jean, it’s about time we all needed to get together for dad….” I flew right the next day with my husband and our son Hans. What was waiting for us was my struggling dad connected to multitudinous needles and tubes in the ICU . When we arrived there, six hopeless eyes – of mom, older sister, and brother-in-law – welled up with tears were staring at dad lying almost lifeless in his narrow hospital bed. Since dad was a COPD patient, his doctors have warned all along that there will come the moment of acute exacerbation due to hyp...