Two months ago, Grandma died from suicide.
But this month, even when I went home, I was told about her death.
WHY, WHY, WHY? I asked myself continuously.
It should not happen.
I have no idea that why Grandma chose to end her 83-year-old life.
She could have survived.
She was healthy all the time. The whole family, we all wish her long, long life.
The saddest thing is that I didn’t know her death until the winter holiday began.
I can’t say to Grandma any more. No conversations, no laughter, no happy time.
What I can do is just memorizing the good days when we stayed together.
All of these leave me sadness.
I wanna make Grandma know I am suffering from her parting with me quietly.
I miss you, Grandma.
I couldn’t see you the last view. It’s the most regretful thing ever since I was born.
If the heaven really exists, I will hope that you enjoy yourself there every day.
Bless you everywhere and everywhen.
