The Long Rainy Season

After my grandfather passed away, I often thought about writing something. I picked up my pen again and again, then put it down. My meager words cannot express even a thousandth of my grandfather's love for me, nor the longing that has kept me tossing and turning through countless days and nights.

I have finally made up my mind to write something down. I think it should be about death.

If, like me, you've ever felt that "death" is both a concrete and an abstract thing, a medical concept, a vague word, perhaps you'd be willing to read this piece...

Theme: Longing.