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After two and a half years on life support in a hospital and being in a nearly vegetative state, my grandpa or 'Ah Dia' in Shanghainese, has passed away.
How I remember him, jet black hair, long and always slicked. Thick framed glasses, always cooked 'sweet and sour pork' when I was a kid.
The last time I saw him was in 2001, I peered through the hall and saw some oldman sitting in a chair, short white hair and a beater. I honestly didnt think that was him and when I was told "go say hi to ah dia" I was a little shocked.
A shadow of his former self, he looked at me and I didnt know if he understood that I came back to see him. Barely able to utter words, I couldnt make sense of his sentences, his helpers had to relay what he says to me. I felt numb.
I can only imagine what two and a half years in a hospital would have done to him. In a way I'm glad I didnt go back to see him again. He would never have recognized me and I dont want my last image of him being ... that...
out of the chinese "gates of life" he stopped at 84.
How I remember him, jet black hair, long and always slicked. Thick framed glasses, always cooked 'sweet and sour pork' when I was a kid.
The last time I saw him was in 2001, I peered through the hall and saw some oldman sitting in a chair, short white hair and a beater. I honestly didnt think that was him and when I was told "go say hi to ah dia" I was a little shocked.
A shadow of his former self, he looked at me and I didnt know if he understood that I came back to see him. Barely able to utter words, I couldnt make sense of his sentences, his helpers had to relay what he says to me. I felt numb.
I can only imagine what two and a half years in a hospital would have done to him. In a way I'm glad I didnt go back to see him again. He would never have recognized me and I dont want my last image of him being ... that...
out of the chinese "gates of life" he stopped at 84.