Wednesday, June 12, 2013

no.43 130612 Thank you for letting me hear my grandpa's voice

A building attached to Con hall at U of T, from yesterday
I just got off the phone with my grandparents in Korea. It's pretty unusual for my grandpa to call me since my grandma is the one who calls me. As soon as I recognized my grandpa's voice, I felt bad because it was only last week that I wrote a post about my grandparents, and how I should spend more time with them while I have them with me. Since then, I didn't call them once. Even if I had a good talk with my grandparents, I feel terrible for being an ignorant granddaughter.

My grandpa is a big fan of baseball. Whether it's MLB, minor league, Korean major or minor league, Japanese league, he can watch it all day. To be honest, he likes to watch any kind of sports on TV, but his all time favourite is definitely baseball. As a kid, I remember watching a baseball game with him whenever I went over to my grandparents' house. The last time I was in Korea, I sometimes sat next to him, spending a quality time with him while watching a baseball game. I don't know if my grandpa thought that was a quality time or not, but it was my way of expressing love for him - to share what he enjoys. My grandpa is especially a fan of Koreans players in the MLB. Lately, Ryu Hyun-jin, who is a starting pitcher for LA Dodgers has captured my grandpa's attention. My grandpa was watching the LA Dodgers game when he called me.

He told me there was no specific reason why he called. He said the baseball game reminded him of me. Hmm, maybe he misses watching a game with me on TV? Or just because Ryu plays in North America? I'm not sure what triggered him to call me but I'm so happy to have heard his voice. He sounded good and healthy. He sounded happy too, probably because he was watching his favourite sport. Oh, by the way, the grandpa who called today is my mom's dad. Afterwards, I spoke to my grandma for a little too. Ahh, I have a story from a few years ago, when I was in Korea. One night, I had plans with my friends in Gangnam. I was ready to leave home, but my grandpa told me to wait a moment. He said he would walk me to the subway station because it's dark outside. I told him not to worry because I'm meeting a friend at the subway station and we will be going together. He ended up walking me to the station, which was only five minutes away from my grandparents' place. Only when he saw my friend, he was able to return home.

My grandparents are in their eighties. They are at the age where they need to be looked after. They are getting physically weak day by day. When they get sick, it takes longer to heal. Their hair gets whiter every time I see them. They are much shorter than I am (I am not a tall person). I am thankful, yet sad because my grandparents are always thinking of me and my sister. It's not that I don't think about them at all, because I do. I'm just saying that I should think about them more. My grandparents always hang up the phone by saying "take care, and be healthy. Health is the most important thing." No matter how old I am, my grandparents will worry about me and think about me, because they love me so much. Although I love both my parents and my grandparents, I know that my love can never be greater and richer than their love for me. It's similar to God's love for us. Although I love God, I can't love Him more than He loves me. In fact, my love and His love are not comparable. "We love because He [God] first loved us" (1 John 4:19), it's not the other way around.

I am thankful that my grandpa called me today. I'm thankful that I was able to talk to him and listen to his voice. I hope the Dodgers win so my grandpa can be extra happy today!

 

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