Dearest Yang, Pt. 5

I have so many pictures of our kids, but this is the only one I have of us together…IMG_0610Remember when I stopped by to visit you on my way back from the doctor’s office, after I had gotten my cancer diagnosis? I knew you’d just had surgery, but we didn’t realize until then that we both had cancer. It was so terrible to discover that we were both going through the same thing, but it was also a comfort to have a friend who truly understood.

Remember how we texted back and forth comparing appointment schedules, biopsies, and scans, and how we tried to fit in visits in between? Remember the time we spent together as you were undergoing chemo treatments? Sometimes we chatted, sometimes I just sat next to you while you slept. Sometimes we continued our conversations over lunch after your infusion was finished.

Remember when you had your son drive you to my house to visit me after my surgery? You were still weak from undergoing treatment, but you wanted to bring food to me. Remember how you asked, “Are you ok with pig feet?” Yang! Could you tell I was having a bit of a panic attack trying to figure out how to politely say that I didn’t think I’d be able to eat pig feet?! (I’m so sorry)! Remember how when I was worrying about what was going to happen to me you texted me: “I am together with you“? Yang, even though we can’t see each other right now, I am together with you too. Thank you for being such a good friend to me. When we see each other again, let’s take another picture together, OK?

xoxoxo,
Adrienne

 

 

Dearest Yang, Pt. 4

Just a quick note today…Remember the Lunar New Year party you had at your house a couple years ago? It was both exhilarating and terrifying! I wrote about it here…

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If I had a lantern to light this evening, my wish would be for good health: for you, for my own family, and for everyone around the world who is suffering right now.

Thank you for being a light in this exhilarating and terrifying life, my dear friend. We’ll get through this dark night together.

“Though we are far, our hearts our near.”

Love,
Adrienne

Dearest Yang, Pt. 3

Remember when you and Stefan taught us how to make German potato pancakes?

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Your boys knew exactly what to do and confidently got down to business.

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Whereas my kids looked a little dubious!

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They eventually got the hang of it!

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I’m pretty sure this was the first time I ever let the kids handle sharp knives!

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Thankfully, no digits were lost in pursuit of potato pancakes that evening!

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After all that hard work, the kids demolished those pancakes in the blink of an eye! I’m sure they tasted even better, because they all took part in making them.

After dinner, your boys taught my kids how to play Settlers of Catan.

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Let’s do this again when social distancing is a distant memory. We can have the party at my house this time. Maybe we’ll make Korean pancakes (pajeon)! I’ll have to get a recipe from my mom…

I miss you, and am thinking about you all the time. Please stay strong! I’ll write again tomorrow.

Love,
Adrienne

Dearest Yang, Pt. 2

Isn’t it funny that we both have three kids who are all in the same grades and have often been classmates?

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Remember how our youngest ones met in Kindergarten? You laughed when you told me how your son would crow about my daughter’s soccer exploits. He would brag to you about how she had scored ten goals in one game.

IMG_0608Remember the funny story you told me about the assignment they had to write about what they wanted to be when they grew up? I loved how you bubbled over with laughter when you told me your son said he wanted to be a cook so that he could make delicious soup for my daughter.

“And what does she want to be when she grows up?” you asked.

“A lawyer!” he said.

One day my daughter came home from Kindergarten looking a little perturbed.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“There’s a boy in my class and he’s telling everyone we’re going to get married and it’s so embarrassing!”

Of course it turned out that it was your son.

What a silly girl not to realize she had what we all dream of  having: someone willing to dedicate his life to our happiness!

You’ve raised such sweet and generous children, my dear friend. They are a beautiful reflection of their mother’s spirit.

It’s late and it’s been a long day. I spent most of it giving travel signatures to students in face masks anxious to get home to their families around the world. I went shopping to stock up on groceries in case there are none the next time I venture to the store. My oldest son stepped off the train this evening at 7:30. Who knows when he’ll get back to New York? Has your son returned home yet? I hope so! Doesn’t it feel good to have everyone together again back in the nest, even though it’s under trying circumstances?

I am sending you lots of love and thinking about what I will write for you tomorrow…

Love,
Adrienne