For many years, I walked or bus'ed past St. Paul's Hospital without really thinking about it. On December 15th, 2009, my whole perception of this facility changed. That was the day that I saw my father draw his last breath in one of the rooms in the cardiac care ward. Now, St. Paul's is a place that brings forth a whole cascade of memories and emotions. I can walk past the hospital now without tears coming to my eyes, however I still know deep down inside that this was where I spent my last moments with my father while he still had some semblance of consciousness.
These photos were taken with the iPhone 4s with a little bit of post-processing done in Photoshop Elements
Thanks to those in the Cardiac and Emergency wards that tried to keep my father alive. I know you all tried your best. These people save lives every day and each one lost weighs heavy on them.
Rest in Peace, Dad.