Five years
When my mom told me today was the five year anniversary of my grandfather’s death, I was more sad, shocked, and disappointed with myself that I had more or less forgotten, than stunned by the fact that it’s already been five years. I forget that while he was still alive, our lives were very much different.
July 11th, 2010 at 3:06 pm
I know. same here. sigh. it’s sad how when people pass, it is too hard to think about it so it is in the back of our subconscious. we keep it there. i see grandpa everyday though: out on the trees, in the nest above my car in the parking area, and when they breeze past the window of my car. well, grandpa i think has been reborn a bird. i see it that way. it is his way of growing close to me and letting me know that he is still here; present and supportive.
It is very strange but the day of/or before mom told me it was his 5 year, I had visions of us eating together like the old days: walking into his warm/cozy/humid apartment and going straight towards the kitchen to assist him with any needs: using that silver claw thing to pick the bowl of steamed egg out of the pot..enjoying the large bowl of steamed egg with onions, cold fish with the hardened sweet/salty sauce that turns into jello texture, rice, greens, and lotus powder turned into a sweet, savory dessert, the countless Chinese medicine stews with haw flakes.
Yeah, he is always there. always giving me strength, love, and hope.
July 12th, 2010 at 4:04 pm
I know my parents would have liked this poem.
Life presents opportunity-to live, to learn.
The world is ever-changing.
Finding opportunity in a changing world is an individual matter.
The dgree of living and learning we wish to experience or enjoy
lies largely within ourselves. – Poem by Hiram Rasely
My parents always tought me to live, to learn, to love and most of all enjoy life.