Hospitals

I hate hospitals. They have a distinct smell, a smell that smells too clean. If there is sucha thing. The smell stinks so much that even if there's a Seattle's Best in Cardinal you don't really get to inhale deeply and enjoy the scent of coffee.

My angkong is on the same floor as I was when I gave birth to Bear. And even with those fond and blurry memories I still hated going to the hospital. Cardinal is where my Gwakong died in the emergency room and where my Gwama died on the 6th floor. I hate Cardinal.

Every week we are reminded, or at least I am, of how short life can be. In this case, life has been long but unkind. When we are at death's door, regret always comes to mind. What do we regret doing and not doing. Coulda, woulda, shoulda. So, everyday i hug a little tighter and a bit longer. I use my energy to play more. I eat richer and more spoonfuls of what i love. I do what I want and I try my best to spend my time building bridges and crossing them carefully. Because you never know when death will come knocking at your door.

Lets spend time together while we still can. :)