I woke up thinking of your thoughtfulness (minestrone soup for guests after a long flight from Manila, packed turkey sandwiches for the airport), of jaunts to Hollywood Bowl for Stephen Sondheim and a small club for Janis Ian, of day trips to hills full of yellow flowers and to Solvang and to the Getty Museum and the Reagan Library, oh so many memories. And your everyday kindness, comingbhome early from work so we could go to Ross and cooking nilaga for Jun and me even when you were already very sick. How I miss you and trips to Pasadena to spend weeks and weeks with you. We love you so much.