March 3 marked one year since my father passed away. As I reflect on his journey, I realize how much his retirement contributed to the worsening of his Parkinson’s symptoms. In hindsight, I see that while retirement should have been a time of relaxation, it played an unexpected and…
Every time I enter the password on my laptop to begin writing a column, I’m hit with a powerful wave of emotions. There’s a sense of fulfillment — a chance to reflect on my late father’s life, to honor his memory. But alongside that fulfillment, there’s an undeniable pang of…
Growing up as part of a large family of eight children, we were shaped by the same parenting principles, church values, and largely similar educational experiences. As we grew older, however, our individual personalities and temperaments emerged — each of us possessing a unique way of thinking, reacting, and communicating.
My father passed away in March after a long and challenging battle with Parkinson’s disease. His journey through this illness was marked by the gradual erosion of the man we once knew — a retired teacher in secondary school, renowned for his rare brilliance and innovative teaching methods, who…
Caring for my father as he battled Parkinson’s disease was fraught with challenges, but nothing prepared me for the devastating blow of losing him since my last column. In the wake of his passing, I found myself thrust into a world of unfathomable sorrow. His collapse a few days…
Caring for my father, who is battling Parkinson’s disease, has been an emotional journey defined by the unwavering presence of love. In the face of this debilitating condition, every caregiving moment has become a testament to the profound impact of compassion and connection even as the symptoms persist.
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