Perhaps it was the way she looked me in the eye.
And the eloquence in her voice, despite the evident contour of fragililty.
Nevertheless, I was moved.
While she shared me stories of her youth.
Of breathtaking Nova Scotia, the place she calls home,
Of 2 dogs and 2 cats, and her late husband.
Reminiscence of her neighborhood.
I sat listening to her every word...enchanted by her wonderful memory.
All the way on my bus from Toronto to Ottawa, these words kept playing in my head...
I miss my grandfather so much.
While she shared me stories of her youth.
Of breathtaking Nova Scotia, the place she calls home,
Of 2 dogs and 2 cats, and her late husband.
Reminiscence of her neighborhood.
I sat listening to her every word...enchanted by her wonderful memory.
"Young only once. Do what you want, don't let anyone stop you. Or you'll regret."
Maybe this is my 'exam-stress-emotional-unbalance-ness' speaking. In every phone call, he has always reminded me to study hard & at this moment all I can think about is him.
I miss my grandfather so much.
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