My Father

Last weekend, we flew to LA to see my ailing father. He is down to 111 lbs and so I decided not to photograph him. We just hung out while he slept most of the day. Before we left, Sandy and I ventured into the backyard for the customary visit with my father’s orchids. The beautiful blooms are testimony of my father’s hard work over the years. Filled with pride, he was always excited to give us a guided tour to see his orchids. A must with every visit.

Today, the backyard shows signs of neglect, but there were splashes of color from my father’s orchids.

It was close to lunch when we landed and we had our minds set on eating Filipino… uh Filipino food not eat a Filipino. Just by chance we ran into Gerry’s Grill. I recalled the experience I had at the Greenhills Mall in the Philippines and was happy to make a quick turn into the parking lot. We dined on sizzling spinach, grilled calamari & grilled tuna collar (panga). Gerry’s Grill did not disappoint, we ate everything and were thoroughly stuffed when we left.

Waiting for our flight back to the Bay Area, we ate at the airport. I had the chinese chicken salad and Sandy had a burger.

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  1. Thanks for sharing! My mom had her veggies from her garden to share with us. Wonderful memories.

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