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On Things Californian in Nature

I hadn’t seen Grandmother in a year, and when I asked how she was doing – my family would say, “She’s old.” They said it because it just seemed easier than saying, “She’s dying.” Age and the course of nature are easier to withstand than the gust of the word “death,” because there is a hint of guilt and even worse – helplessness. On the plane to California, in-between the “Bourne Supremacy” and “Without a Paddle,” I wondered what she looked like? Was I going to be all right?

Selfish, isn’t it? She’s the one dying, and I’m wondering if I’m going to be able to handle it. So I thought about Kathy’s wedding, my tux, what the weather would be like, Boba Tea, the NFL Playoffs, how I’d draft in the next Madden Tournament: Patriots, Broncos, or Ravens secondary, and what would I do if I saw certain people again?

It was 65 degrees when I got off the plane, and there was something comforting about seeing other Asian people at the terminal. I thought about New Year’s and how a drunken girl asked me, “Do you speak English?” How some people have made me feel so Un-American and have I grown too accustomed to that badge too well, and when I’m around other Asians – I felt a little invisible, a tad transparent. But I was too hungry from the trip to dwell on such subjects.

I woke up stretching my back because I had been sleeping on an awkward leather couch and then we all went to the hospital to see her. She was gaunt, and she asked my sister with her gown and she studied Kim, making notes of what she looks like verses how she remembered her. Last time – it was all I could see in her eyes, this is the last time. Tomorrows are luxuries. Watch each other and don’t blink – live these moments with your eyes wide open. She had given my aunt a restraint and said, “Hide this.”

[She had hit nurses and orderlies because she thought they were hurting her, and she speaks no English and they speak no Vietnamese and so she tried to protect herself, she kicked and punched, and yelled for her children and for home. So they medicated her and roped her to the bed, because – it was easier for them.]

The doctor talked about options and resuscitation techniques like pills and force-feeding tubes. I tried to smile through her stories, understanding every other word and translating what little I understood for Kim. We went to San Diego later that day. I saw Jennifer the day after. I went to the Barefoot in Beverly Hills the day that and then the next day I went to Kathy and Kevin’s wedding at the Casa Del Mar and I met and said “hello” to Matt Damon. Then on Sunday I saw Jennifer again, and then on Tuesday I left and it was 85 degrees outside, and when I stepped into Cleveland it was 20 below and my car windows were frozen.

No summary – no life lesson. There are other people that enjoy coming up with things like that, and I don’t want to take that luxury away from them.

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6:32 AM

thought-provoking, mootable pv. just my thoughts, well anyways gl & be chipper is what i say    



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