grandad 14th February 2017.

Early Tuesday morning, I received a phone call from my dad to tell me that my grandfather had passed away.

I wasn’t quite sure what to say to him. And I still don’t quite know how I should be really feeling about it. My father and sister broke down when they heard the news, my father more so. And me? I’m writing this now, hoping I can find some clarity within myself.

The first thing I did that morning was message my boss to tell him I wouldn’t be able to work for a few hours while I helped my dad organise his flights to Cambodia so he could attend the funeral; he’s arriving there today with my sister who had also changed flights to go with him (my sister and I were originally scheduled to go in April). I might just be the only family member who isn’t there right now.

My sister and I weren’t that close to my grandfather. We had only met him once, on a childhood trip to Cambodia back when I was barely in my teens. In the short time that I spent with him though, I knew he was a good man, and that he cared very deeply for all his children and grandchildren who were living with him. Just being around him and the household he took care of, you could feel a positive family vibe. It was nice.

I’m glad to have met him. Some are unfortunate enough to have never known their grandparents and had the opportunity to explore their family roots. My time in Cambodia with my extended family was amazing, and everyone took such good care of us – and of course, our grandfather had taught them well.

To my late grandfather:

I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you again, and I’m sorry I can’t be there with you now. I hope that you are now at peace, knowing that you meant a great deal to much of our family’s lives, and I thank you for that. May you rest in peace. I’ll be thinking of you.