Wen and I were blessed knowledge at Kali Klub Sa Sipa and had many nights breaking rattan and breaking bread. Wen was awesome!

Thank you for posting. I wasn’t going to share but thought it’s time now. Wen died wearing this favorite shirt. When he was disoriented and lost, he fought with muscle memory that would make y’all proud. I’m grateful I was able to hold and calm him for those last few hours. But he fought for his life until he knew it was safe to let go. And you should proud of what he learned with you.