This morning I was dragged out of bed to take my church youths downtown for a stroll by Habourfront. I felt like a zombie. Falling asleep with every opportunity I had. Funny thing is that I clearly remember I had not felt this tired since on this day exactly two years ago.
Exaclty two years ago, when I got home from TC late in the evening, I stayed up all night to pack my bags for an early flight to Hong Kong - a flight I booked two days before when I got a call at TC that my grandpa in HK was in critical condition in the ICU. I decided to fulfill my obligations at TC, in the mist of prayers from coaches and staff, before taking the earliest flight out of YYZ. During my layover in Vancouver, I got to spend an afternoon with my then fiancée, Jenny. But I remember I was a complete wreck. That was two years ago. Missing my grandpa. And praying for my grandma coping alone in HK.
