I'll always miss you

I've seen him at his worst two years ago, when my aunt, his daughter died.

He didn't talk much, but I saw it in his eyes.

I know that he held the most pain, but he had always welcome us

I’ll always remember the way his wrinkled hand felt on my palm.

And now he’s gone too, buried next to his children.

How I wish that I could be there right now,

to let him feel the warmth while he’s still in the house.

How I wish that I could be there right now,

to be with the other.

I know that we’ll smile to each other,

because we are not very good in showing the other side of us.

But isn't that what it’s all about?

To be strong for each other.

I remember how two years ago I was immediately broken as soon as I came back to this place.

This time, I have to stay here.

Unable to give my last respect

He had gone through a lot,

and now he can finally have his rest.

If the heat I feel all around me right now is you hugging me,

then I don’t want you to ever let me go.

Rest in peace, grandpa

I miss you