i miss them. i miss grandpa's lame jokes. i long to taste the fried chicken wings grandma used to prepare every week. since their passing, i've not forgotten those moments. perhaps most of my childhood years were spent running around their little 3-room apartment, i grew up knowing grandparents' love. i'd say i'm most fortunate, to have spent those years with them and have developed such close bonds with them.

went down to Mount Vernon Columbarium last saturday to present flowers, in remembrance of them. for more than 10 years, the memory of their faces has always been vague in my mind. yes, i do dream of them. i do miss them. yet, as i went closer to behold their faces once again, somehow sweet memories returned.

i remembered how grandpa used to fetch me from school and how grandma would bring me to the wet market to buy groceries. and as i listened to their love story, i realised how simple love could be. love really, isn't about creating romantic moments all the time. it is about giving and about holding each other's hands through the journey of life.

grandpa's a shanghainese. grandma's a cantonese. if you have heard the languages, you would know how different they sound. how did they manage to live together, love each other and be together all their lives? grandpa learnt grandma's language over the years. maybe they have, in one way or another, influenced my values and my outlook in life. definitely, i'll wana spend my lifetime with the one who's witty like grandpa and who's loving like grandma.

~gracie left a note at 9:41 am