I miss my grandparents. I miss po po, ah ma,  Your thin fussing figure over my childhood. The different yous from the different stages of my life till now; childhood, teenhood, and my just-beginning adulthood. The different yous as you progressed through the dreaded d. You who love me all the same and throughout.

My grandfather, wai-gong, ah gong. I miss your stoic presence. Although yes it can be stifling, but nonetheless you are a figure of security, authority, and reassurance for me.

I miss you both. I miss the days of old, which just seems like yesterday. I miss the uneventful weekend visits to your place. I miss the ennui of just sitting around. I miss the drive through the road lined with tall, sturdy pine trees. I miss pushing the door open to greet you both as cheerily as I could muster.


11/2/2013 1230am

外公，外婆

今天是初一。我真希望外公外婆你们还在。我很想念你们。 每逢佳节倍思亲。 我今年还真的体会到了。你们在何方。 我希望你们安好。那些熟悉的日子，我这22年来理所当然，这么习惯地在你们家过的时光都是往事了。我悼念我的童年。我悼念不再有的这一切