So, I know I try to stay away from topics that are too personal but I want to talk about something important to me. Today marks the fifth year of my dad’s passing. He was diagnosed with lung cancer early 2007 and he passed away a few months after. My parents were the ones who encouraged me to read when I was younger so I think talking about this is still somewhat related to the blog. My mom likes to say that even though we didn’t have a lot of money at that time, she made sure that we had books to read. Also, whenever I talk about relating to the pain and grief that fictional characters experience when a loved one passes away? I’m talking about my dad. I’d like to quote Robin McKinley when she wrote about Diana Wynne Jones’ passing, “Everyone leaves a themselves-shaped hole when they go, and we all feel it, whether we know or recognise the individual holes or not. No one is an island, as John Donne almost said, each human death diminishes me.” I will always, always feel the Papa-shaped hole in this world.
I’ve only been confined to the hospital once my whole life – that was when my appendix had to be removed. I was only five at that time so I was really scared.
Here’s a picture that shows how my parents tried to distract me: