We hopped on the cheap Chinatown bus to Niagara Falls, said hello to my sister, bro-in-law, and my mom's ashes, and then Pa went apeshit in the casino. Though he’ll never admit it, I think he had a good day.
To sit down with Mary and Jen -- a retired Army nurse who served in the Vietnam War and a grief+bereavement therapist, respectively -- is a great reminder of the important things and much-needed inspiration on this Thanksgiving weekend.
As Mary aptly cheered when we clinked our wine glasses, "To everyone who loves us... and to those who don't: to hell with them!"
Happy holiday, Canadian pals.
My father ordered har gow/siu mai at dimsum today... which was slightly shocking, as they aren't typically in his order repertoire. "I thought that food was just for me and gwai los (white people). When did you learn to eat that?"
His response? A simple, "Sometimes you change."
I laughed, but then, when the dishes arrived, he delicately poked his chopsticks into the har gow basket and sighed. "We used to buy these for Ma when she was sick."
I nodded. "Yeah."
And just like that, it all made sense.
It's strange thinking back a year ago and realizing how much my family's life has changed without Ma.
Happy Mother's Day to all, whether you're here with us physically or not: you all deserve it!
Sometimes I think about what I'd most like to do in my life: I vacillate between continuing with event photography until I'm forced into some other career by physical limitations, to doing photography part-time and starting another part-time business that is bigger, feels a bit more meaningful, or just outright going back to school for something else. But then I think about projects like this video slideshow here, where I travel, stay with families, and document the little moments in their lives, and I realize that... yeah, if there were no boundaries, this is EXACTLY what I would love to do all day, all night.
Just wish trading for lodging and food was an acceptable business model.
Though you've changed greatly in the last few years, you're still my good ol' stubborn mama, and I love ya, woman.
I thank you for not only shooting me out into this crazy world but also for being a trailblazing lady who was fiercely independent in an era when few women were, ran her own business in a new country with only a primary school education, fought for her personal rights and never, never took any bullshit, made unrivaled meatball curries/aloo gobi/parathas, grotesquely danced in her underwear in the middle of the night, and made the lewdest jokes you'd never want to hear from your mama's mouth. So in honour of your present and past self, Happy Mother's Day, Ma; I thank you for this and giving me the foundation I needed to morph into the me I am today.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, ALL.