Christmas day would have been Ped's 40th birthday, and I thought about him a lot. I know Ped's mother was thinking of him, and how she gave birth to him as bombs were being dropped on their village, and how she carried him across the Mekong River when he was only a few days old.
People still stop every night to look at Ped's shrine and to read about him. I still celebrate his life and mourn his passing.
