Mom, if you can hear me, there are some things I want to tell you...
By Sam Yang - Get similar updates here
In the fall of 2015, my mother passed away. A few days later, during a moment to myself, I wrote her a letter:
Mothers bring us into life. Cherish them. And if you can, hold them tight. Let them know they are loved.
In Korean, there is something known as "han." My parents taught it to me, but it is only after their passing that I understand what it means — that grief is communal. We bear it together. I am not alone. You are not alone. With support and time, under the heartache, there is healing. Life is never incomplete, no matter how long or short.
Mama Yang Memorial Fund
I created a memorial fund in her honor through her hospital, City of Hope. There's no middle man and this isn't to pay for any of our debt, it all goes to the research hospital and to patient care. To patients like my mom, or someone else's mom, a sister, a brother, a father, a friend. Having spent a year there, I've gotten to know a lot of patients and their families. This money is vital for them. And the truth is, we are also investing in our own future, and the future of the next generation. In your own small (or big) way, you will be helping in that cause. To donate, click here.