I should have expected this
A strange feeling came over me as I drove up to the Pantai Medical Centre yesterday afternoon. I had an appointment to meet with mother’s neurologist to discuss her recent stroke.
The strange feeling grew stronger as I walked into the lobby and glanced up towards the mezzanine floor. That was where, three weeks ago, we’d found the strongest signal to make calls and send text messages to inform relatives and friends that father had passed away.
Yesterday was the first time I’d been back at the medical centre since that morning. I didn’t give it much thought – in fact, didn’t even think about it – until the medical centre came into view and then when I walked in.
For those of you wondering, I’m doing fine. I’ve had friends asking how I am when they see me online. I’m fine. Thank you for asking, and for your concern.
I am where I’ve wanted to be for a long time. On my own. Most nights, it’s cool. Some nights, not. But the good nights outweigh the bad.
Sheesh … I’m rambling and gone completely off-topic on myself.
