I’m not the closest with my family whether it is with my brother, sister, parents, grandparents, whatever. We’ve just never been close. I think it’s an Asian thing. But when in times of need, I know they are there. It’s something that doesn’t need to be said; it’s something that doesn’t necessarily need to be shown either. They’re just there. That’s what real family is to me.

My grandmother had a stroke this weekend. It was one of the most stressful times I’ve had in a very short amount of time. I had never experienced anything like it before. None of my family members or people close to me have passed away. Even my grandfather that passed away a few years ago didn’t affect me as much as this scare. The thought of death scared me. It’s a legitimate fear, no? This past weekend just reminded me to not take things for granted. To remember to talk to those whom you love, to ask questions, and to share things that mean a lot to you with them. Because before you know it, they may be gone forever.



3 Comments on “Family.”

  1. yoshiboshi says:

    Something doesn’t make sense. If we aren’t close, why do you insist on walking around me while not wearing pants?


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