Dad doesn’t have much of an appetite these days, but he can still enjoy a feed of fish and chips (in more ways than one).
These photos were taken about two weeks after I arrived in Vancouver at the end of May 2015. I had heard earlier in the month that Dad’s condition was getting worse after nearly 18 years of treatment for prostate cancer, so I decided it was time to return to Canada to try to see him again. (I also made an attempt in May 2010, after we had re-established contact in early 2008, but Dad disappeared on that occasion and I went back to Thailand without seeing him.) I was surprised when he seemed to welcome my return, although things became tense again when I was still there three weeks later. (I ended up staying for more than six months, as his health continued to decline. He died 10 days short of six months after our first meeting in more than 16 years.)