Departures and Arrivals…

After months of careful planning and tender waiting, we are finally preparing to board our flight to Seoul. At my mother’s hospice bedside I made a promise: I would carry her dream across oceans. She had always longed to return to her native Seoul, and though cancer took that chance from her, it could not take her memories or the love that binds us.

As Dave and I step into this journey, our hearts are full of intention — to honor Oma, to gather the bittersweet moments she cherished, and to speak them aloud where she once walked. There were quiet struggles this morning: coaxing the compression stockings into place, answering one last gentle call of nature — ordinary acts threaded with care and urgency. They remind me that love lives in the small, steady things.

We’re about to board our first leg to Vancouver, and I feel a bright, aching excitement for the roads ahead. These are historic steps for our family, and I’m eager to share each discovery and memory with you as we go. To my precious sisters: I carry you and Mom in my heart, every mile and every memory. To my daughters and granddaughters:

There is no journey more vital than learning to understand and honor every part of your mother’s and your sisters’ inner and outer paths. Celebrate their strengths, witness their struggles, and recognize the wisdom shaped by their experiences. In doing so you strengthen bonds, heal wounds, and create a legacy of respect and love that empowers the women who come after you.