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| With my grandpa in the 90s. |
I had a moment to remember my grandparents today, especially my grandfathers. When I was in the mall today, I saw a grandpa walking around with his granddaughter. They were holding hands, and they were talking about something in their own language. I saw them from the back, and it brought me back to my childhood and my grandfathers. How they used to hold my hand when we went on family trips. How they used to have me sit on their laps and how they used to hold me and hug me. I don't remember much about spending time with them when they only had a little bit of white hair, and with less wrinkles on their face. I also didn't appreciate my grandfathers as much as I should've done. Yes, I was young, but that shouldn't be an excuse.
As I saw the grandpa and his granddaughter at the mall today, I wanted to see my grandfathers again. Would it be weird to hold their hands when we walk to get our groceries? Maybe, it will feel awkward. But I want to, if I ever get a chance to see them again. It's hard on me whenever I think about my grandparents because they live in Korea and I need to get on the 13hr flight in order to see them. I also don't know when I will get to see them, and if I will ever get to see them. I feel like time is running out.
Another thought I'm having as I write this entry is about my future children and my dad. I can't go back in time and be a little girl that I used to be and hold my grandpa's hand. I imagine my daughter holding my dad's hand, giving him hugs and kisses and singing songs for him. I want to let my children know how much their grandparents love them, and that they need to appreciate their grandparents' love for them.
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