A year ago today, in the midst of a tumultuous spring semester, my maternal grandfather passed away. I've been going through a number of mixed emotions today while reliving memories of him from when I was young all the way up to that Friday night last year when my mom called me at 11 pm to tell me his heart had simply stopped.
I will never forget the laughs we shared, the stories he told, the way he like to pat my hand, and the only phrase in German that he knew: "ich liebe dich." I miss him dearly, and I know Mom does too.
Ich liebe dich, Wai-gung. God bless you.
Wai-gung and me, December 2003
