The Eve of Level 7
It’s the night before Kenzo turns seven, the eve of another milestone, another “first” without his dad. This time last year, everything was different. I was in the ICU, weak and breathless with pneumonia. It was Vic who insisted on taking me to the hospital, despite how much he was already managing on his own. I didn’t realize how serious it was until days passed and I was too frail to attend Kenzo’s 6th birthday at Scitech. Vic made sure the day still went ahead, because that’s who he was. Steady. Quietly strong. And now, a year later, he’s no longer here. Every September used to begin with the same rhythm, Vic and I planning Kenzo’s birthday together. He was always the practical one, booking venues and sorting logistics, while I focused on the creative bits, the theme, the design, the details that brought everything to life. He’d laugh and tell me I had a knack for it, even when I’d stress over fonts or colours. This year, I’ve chosen to honour him with a theme he would’ve loved: “Le...