I’m sad that I will no longer hear your voice every time I call 05-245310. I’m sad that, when the family gathers together all over from Chiayi, Taichung, Kaoshiung, and California, you won’t be able to sit at the table with everyone. I’m sad that I won’t be able to eat the delicious cabbage and egg soup you make, the fresh fish you get directly from the market, and everything in between. And I’m sorry that I could not see you last year because of COVID. I really wanted to see you again.
But I’m thankful that you loved mom so much, leading her to always bring us to Taiwan every two years to visit you and the rest of the family. I loved every trip and I always wanted to stay longer. I remember sitting in front of you on the scooter to the grocery stores. I remember fighting with (picking on) Bei Bei. I remember watching Korean dramas. I remember tagging along with you to Carrefour. I remember you nagging me to shower early. I remember cuddling next to you and others in your room while you accused me of being so 撒嬌, even though we both know you liked it. All of this, inside your Chiayi home.
I’m thankful for having been able to live in Taiwan in my 20s, allowing me to visit you so often. For having held more jobs that allowed me to visit you so much even after I moved back to California. And I’m thankful that I was able to finally trick you into taking a picture with me, even though you hate taking pictures. Here’s the only picture I have of the both of us, since you were so skilled at avoiding all my other attempts.
I wish we could go back to those days. I miss you so much. I wish I could have seen you again last year. But don’t you worry about me. You raised a good grandson, one who doesn’t get into trouble anymore, even though it took a while.
Love, your grandson,