90 years.
Posted in General on 08. Oct, 2011
A week ago I returned home to the States to visit family, and soon after flew to Vancouver to celebrate my mother’s 90th birthday. She doesn’t always seem to be aware of her family, but she did start to cry as we lit her candles. That was a difficult moment, heartbreaking — but also heartening, because it means she’s still in there.
Tomorrow I fly back to China. Packing now, and filled with the same old resigned dread that hits me every time I have a long flight ahead of me. I’ll sleep. When I wake up, Beijing.
