“Pop” — my father — died this morning. I got the call from my mother at about 3 am. P- drove me to the house, where half a dozen cops were present, including several Chinese cops and a Chinese sergeant, which I was surprised. Thankfully, he passed away peacefully in his sleep.
Upon leaving, P-‘s car was towed because of a film shoot. 5 hours later after frantic calling to every city hotline, we discover it is 8 blocks away.
Today I am going to make arrangements for the funeral. I have no idea how much this will cost, or whether it will be affordable, or even how it is to be done. But I have to do what I can to cherish his memory.