i'm realizing that my grandpa might have been very in tune with God all along..

my mom told me after the funeral, that before he got sick in july, for some reason he kept telling her about his life.

i remember back in february, the morning of my flight to China, i woke up around 4-something in the morning and heard the tv on in the living room. i got up and saw the light on too, and my grandpa was sitting there by himself on the couch. i think he couldn't sleep because i was leaving. maybe something in his spirit was telling him he wouldn't be the same 6 months later when i came back..

the sunday before he passed, while i was massaging his hands and arms, he kept looking at my face. he usually doesn't do that, just look at someone's face if they're not talking..but i noticed he was. maybe he knew inside it'd be the last time.

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