My grandpa passed away six years ago.
He is dearly missed although we don't often talk about this. Only grandmom does. I guess we don't really know how to express "missing" in a calm and sensible way?!
I was very close to him since my childhood. I cried often and dreamed about him a lot in the first days and months after his passing. In the dream we did ordinary things we did as a family, eating, riding in the car, chatting, and he was with us. The dreams stopped after 6 months or so. Recently, I started to dream about him again. This time he is in my updated life.
He was a quiet man but a few things he said and taught me proved to be significant and I always keep them on my mind.
He taught me always start from the bottom rack when unloading the dish washer. This is so that any residual water from the dishes on the top rack would not drip over to those at the bottom.
He taught me to always organize the kitchen and put away the dry dishes before cooking. A not so common teaching from a grandpa, is it? In my mom's family, he (and now my uncle is) was the one who cleaned the kitchen. It totally makes sense to start with a "blank" drawing board, as cooking can be a bit messy and chaotic at times, at least in my kitchen, and you need to find the knives and spoons in their usual place.
He also taught me to put the kitchen towel under the choping board when slicing a water melon. "Otherwise, the juice will run down the board, over flow the countertop and drip down the floor." Isn't it true?
Oh... how cutting a water melon reminds me so much of my dear grandpa. How I wish that he was saved by Jesus before passing so that I could see him again in heaven! This has become one of my most agonizing thoughts after I became a Christian. I pray that God will save the rest of my family everyday so we are not just an earthly family, and that our relationship will be eternal in Jesus Christ.
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