“He was not a fancy man in the manner you were. He was scholarly, mild in manners, bold in intellect. I chose that moment when my mind could soar, my body shot through with fire, then ice, and then the burning again. I chose when to arrange my legs and ankles in scented shapes. I chose to lock them, knees pressed tight. And now until the end of my days, I chose to remember.
I remember you, my husband.
My husband, I remember to offer food, burn incense, bring flowers to your grave.
My husband, I remember you.
- p68-69, ‘A’ is for Achar, ‘L’ is for Love, Tammy L Wong publisher: http://www.ethosbooks.com.sg