To My Grandfather
I'm sad that you had to leave us on the morning of February 26, 2016 but I am glad to know that you are no longer afraid and suffering. I went to visit you at the nursing home on September 4, 2015. You could not remember who I was but that was okay. I can tell you about the things I remember most about you.
You used to sit on balcony of your second floor walk-up apartment in Luzhou, Taiwan. I would get to see you once every two years or so. I love looking up at the apartments and finding you waiting by the balcony for our arrival. You'd buy us fried chicken leg from the vendor outside or take us to eat steak with pepper sauce over noodles because it was my favorite. My sister and I would hop on to your motorcycle to take a quick ride to the market. It was fun and scary at the same time. I thought your motorcycle was badass because it was not the traditional scooter that everyone else had.
Virginia Woolf once said "that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time". I never thought much when we used to hang out at the apartment, play with Kuma the dog, or watch grandma make lunch. Those days are long gone and I realize how much I loved and missed those simple mundane moments.
"...the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take" (J.R.R. Tolkien, Lord of The Rings).
I wish I can fly out there to send you off on your next journey but mom will be there instead. A piece of you will live on eternally in us.
Your granddaughter in America
(Liu Tso-Ren, 1939-2016)