The Fragrance of Osmanthus, the Call of Home

I didn't get to see Gui Xiang one last time on the day she left.

They stopped me and said it was better not to look.

I'd heard those same words too many times growing up. I didn't know why it was better.

Only today did I finally begin to understand.

Maybe it was better not to forget, better not to let go, and better not to have to go on living when I could no longer see her.