As I headed to the airport yesterday afternoon, I passed an increasing number of roadside displays in preparation for Myanmar’s Full Moon Tazaungdaing festival celebrations, keenly aware that I would miss the festival. However, thanks to an article in the in-flight magazine, I was pleased to learn that the Thai Loy Krathong festival would be today.
I was pleased, but the realisation also hit me with a jolt. I was instantly transported back three years to my first experience of Loy Krathong. In 2009, the Festival fell on November 3rd, one month and one day since life changed. On that day, three years ago I had just had my first chemo, I had had two rounds of surgery and I was starting to lose my hair.
I wrote a short blog post, which makes emotional reading for me.
It is another day for quiet reflection and deep gratitude.