Life is fragile.

I am lucky. Lucky in a sense that I was able to play a big role in my grandfather's life for 2 months. Lucky that I was able to hug him, converse with him, laugh with him when he forgot our names and watch him eat happily at every meal.

I was never really close to my grandparents until recently. The language barrier and distance made it hard to form a strong bond with them. However, when they stayed over at my house for over a month recently, I had the privilege to spend time and cherish them.

I thank god, or whoever might be the higher power in the universe for giving me such a chance.

Though I am deeply saddened that I will never see my grandfather again, I am happy that I was able to deepen my relationship as well as carry out my rightful duties as a grandchild in the last few months of his life. I am happy to have been able to make him happy, and to see him happy.

I will miss seeing my grandpa eat peanuts even without teeth, watching him chew at his food for an hour, watching himread my reference book upside down then exclaiming "I can't read this", watching him sip his beloved hot chocolate and most of all, seeing him smile back every time I smiled at him for no reason.

We should appreciate every person in our life and cherish them with all our might while we still can.