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?
She's inarticulate. It was very obvious in her interviews with local television. As we say in my dialect: "di halos maka hilwas, pinugos kaayu ang English." I guarantee you that if she spoke in Bisaya she could've explained herself better.
Effe moves to the UK 