A Filipino American's new life
It’s been twenty years already but it still feels just like yesterday. While New Year’s eve used to be an occasion for a fun party, the night of December 31st became instead a moment to remember dad’s death – and to celebrate his life. He only lasted 10 hours after the heart attack began, and his last words were “Into thy hands I commend my spirit." He said he wanted to go home, and at 10pm, he did.
It's been twenty years since my dad passed away on eve of the new millennium. As the years passed by I am gradually losing my memory of him - sometimes I can even barely remember what he looked like unless I look at his old photos. Is this normal? Is it really possible to forget the image of someone as close as your father?Â
I did it! I was 7 seven months pregnant and I went all the way to the top of the Spinnaker Tower. By the time I got to the Sky Garden I was already panting after climbing 30 steps from deck 2.
Home is really where the heart is and I know California has been my home for the past thirteen years, but it is also time to build my new home with Michael and our baby. Goodbye for now, Los Angeles, and see you some other time.
Effe moves to the UK 