closure

On my way home from work/shopping today, I saw a familar sight. Whiten, nearly bald hair ontop a round head with three neckfolds and large ears. Blue workman's shirt plus navy pants and those brown basket shoes. Geez, he even walked like him with the handswinging, small but steady steps. But this man was not my grandfather.

My grandfather was not a man without flaws. He chainsmoked and could be quite temperamental sometimes. But he loved his grandchildren fiercely and selflessly.

Maybe at his grave in Guangzhou I can find my much needed closure.