Fields of Joy

Ning, my dear son, I wasnt ready to say goodbye, but who expects to be struck down in their prime? I should have known that day on the basketball court would be the start of our trials, how the frantic dash between hospitals, from one cancer ward to the next treatment, would consume our lives.

Dad, dont be sad. Perhaps its the different times we grew up in, but isnt it inevitable? The earthy fields of your youth have turned into the concrete jungles of today. This journey has changed history, politics even families. Why should dealing with loss be any different?

Son, I agree with you, but no matter how things change, there is a central rule to the universe: the elders leave first; the youngsters leave later. I could have never imagined that the first death I experienced would be yours