In the middle of the night I got a txt msg from this familiar number 0926215xxx, stamped 3am Sep 26. No text, but three numbers "926". I was struggling between mental unconsciousness (dude, it’s 3am and I took nightquil for my cold) and mental comprehension. I wondered if that was some kinda code sent from Taiwan for any peculiar purpoase, yet I was too tired to be able to decipher. But I realized that was from my dad.
The next day I called back, and learned that grandpa passed away. The news just sounded so foreign to me, I couldn’t really put a finger on where my emotional reaction lies. I haven’t seen grandpa for almost 6 years and that’s when he started becoming a plant. My memories about him are too limited and remote to actually feel too much about this news. I mourn, but I started to feel it’s for the sake of formality. I’m more worried and sympathetic for grandma as she’s living alone even tho it’s been like that, but she could always see and touch grandpa at the hospital. Now he’s no longer there physically for her but I hope grandma is happy for his relief and grieve in peace.
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