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Some weeks are good, some weeks are all right, and some weeks make you ask, what the hell is happening...
Last week, my grandpa passed away. He's lived a great life, much longer and many times more meaningful that mine could ever be. Born in 1914, he took the brunt of what life had in store for him – and emerged victorious, able to look back at the calamities that he has dealt with, and crack a joke as only he could. Heck, he’s outlived Communism, never bowing down to the ones who thought they were in charge. It was because of men like him that Russia could survive, even if it was bled dry by Stalin and then thrown in front of the Nazi war machine.
I say all these things, and yet I feel how big of a void grandpa's passing has left in my family. Worse yet, we're separated by thousands of miles, and I feel like I couldn't be there for my grandpa when he needed me most, and I never got to say goodbye. All the memories, all the things he taught me - I can no longer share with him. But one thing for sure - they will stay with me forever.
Later on in the week, I called Kenny Kwong, and was shocked to hear that a good friend of his young family, the girl that I walked with in their wedding party, has passed away unexpectedly. And this wasn't all. The same week, Kenny lost his dad to a heart attack.
Like mine, Kenny's family is small. Him and his younger brother have just mourned the passing of their mother just a few years ago, and what is happening now is just unthinkable.
I have never believed in God, and I'm glad that I don't have to make excuses now. But I did believe in the general fairness of life. Right now, I'm not quite sure what to believe.
Last week, my grandpa passed away. He's lived a great life, much longer and many times more meaningful that mine could ever be. Born in 1914, he took the brunt of what life had in store for him – and emerged victorious, able to look back at the calamities that he has dealt with, and crack a joke as only he could. Heck, he’s outlived Communism, never bowing down to the ones who thought they were in charge. It was because of men like him that Russia could survive, even if it was bled dry by Stalin and then thrown in front of the Nazi war machine.
I say all these things, and yet I feel how big of a void grandpa's passing has left in my family. Worse yet, we're separated by thousands of miles, and I feel like I couldn't be there for my grandpa when he needed me most, and I never got to say goodbye. All the memories, all the things he taught me - I can no longer share with him. But one thing for sure - they will stay with me forever.
Later on in the week, I called Kenny Kwong, and was shocked to hear that a good friend of his young family, the girl that I walked with in their wedding party, has passed away unexpectedly. And this wasn't all. The same week, Kenny lost his dad to a heart attack.
Like mine, Kenny's family is small. Him and his younger brother have just mourned the passing of their mother just a few years ago, and what is happening now is just unthinkable.
I have never believed in God, and I'm glad that I don't have to make excuses now. But I did believe in the general fairness of life. Right now, I'm not quite sure what to believe.
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