Earlier today, I received a call from my grandpa. He lives in the States - well Houston, Texas to be more specific. I hardly get to see him.. He rarely makes the trip over and I've never made the trip over myself either. I reckon I could easily do it too... but I just never have. Selfish, I know.
Talking to him today and hearing his voice... even though it was just a few minutes, I felt a lump form in my throat. I really miss him. Our conversation was half English-half Vietnamese but I guess living in the States, he understood what I was on about when I couldn't find the right words to tell him in Vietnamese.
It was really good to hear his voice. I know he was worried with the questions he asked me to see how I was doing.
My dad came home and I told him what we talked about. My dad said that he feels sorry for him and that we should make more contact with him coz his time is probably near. He's over 80 years old and he's lived a pretty fulfilling life, I'd say. But I'd really like to go and visit him, even if it is the last time.
Sitting there and conversing with my dad, my mind wandered off and I thought of something that I don't think was appropriate to tell my dad but this is what I thought:
If the time does come soon and my grandpa is on his deathbed, I would like to fly over just for his funeral. I want to see where he lived and even where he might pass away.
Out for now..
Peace.
x
chauie
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