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Friday, March 27, 2009
Is it possible to cry over someone you don't even remember? My hadabogi (Or grandpa in korean). I have very few memories of him, and in all of them, he is not even the main part. The man whose lap I jumped into as I hyperly ran up and down the aisles of a plane, the figure who handed me the peeled oranges and patted my head affectionately. It's like he was just someone who was there, and I don't even remember seeing his face. Everyone in my family knows so much about him and they talk so well about him, but I have nothing to share. I know he was a great and generous man, but I don't have the memories to prove my knowledge. Why does he have to be the one thing I don't remember from that trip to Korea as a child? The few memories I do have I feel like I made up. I just miss him so much even though I don't even know him, and I wish that I had had the chance to know him. My only solace is the knowledge that someday I will meet him, and that I'll have the rest of eternity to know him. I wonder if he wishes he could know me, as well. |
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❝ The only excuse for making a useless thing
is that one enjoys it immensely;
All art is useless. ❞
