Some heartfelt reflections on the elderly, rural customs, and more.
This New Year has moved me in ways I never expected.
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On New Year's Eve, he asked when he could go.
I begged him to stay until the fifteenth.
He said he always kept his word and couldn't lie to me.
A few days ago, there was heavy snow. He said he would leave when it melted.
Yesterday, water dripped from the eaves all night.
He passed away at noon.
There was no commotion. It was very quiet.
The water stopped dripping from the eaves, too.
Maybe this is for the best. He had been so strong, making it through the Little New Year despite the pain of cancer.
After New Year, he would have turned eighty-eight. A blessed age.
May you go where you wish,
and never again suffer the hardships of this world.
Theme: I hope he is at peace
My grandfather also died of cancer on New Year's Eve this year, and I still can't let go.