我的阿媽

Today I went in my grandpa's bathroom, which is located inside his bedroom, for the first time in a long while. After leaving his room, I stopped in my tracks and looked up at the big picture of my grandma hung up next to the door. It was a strange yet comfortable feeling...as if my grandma were still there. It's hard to describe and sounds so cliche to say such a thing, but it felt like there was a part of her that was still alive - like she never really left. It was almost as if I still knew who she was. Perhaps it was just a reminder that she really did exist, and what I was feeling was her presence or who she was as I best recall throughout my childhood until the age of 12. It hurts to think that all those memories I have of her at that house will one day diminish since there is no way for my aunt to keep the place. Since she lost her job, she'll probably have to sell the house and find a cheaper one miles and miles away. I don't know when that time will come, but I wish there were a way for them all to stay in that house forever. I suppose, as hard as it is to accept...everything eventually comes to an end. Little solace that provides.