The Eternal Journey
2014.12.4 大约23点，姑父走了。 In a wintry night in 1991, my grandfather passed away. My grandmother followed him in the next spring. I never met my maternal grandmother. She died before I was born. 外祖父 passed away Jul 1 2011. ***** My uncle was a PE teacher at a school until retirement. He was always a strong, energetic and humorous person. He could carry me on a bicycle pedaling on the country road for hours to visit a friend. His voice was loud and clear, his laughter candid and bright. One day in 86 he came home from Beijing and brought with him our first and only cat. He was a good man. But life hadn't been good and fair to him. He lost two sons in their infant-hood in those chaotic and hungry years. Yet he never grew bitter or sunk into the abyss of depression like my aunt did. He wasn't paid a lot, but he managed to set aside some money to help students from poor and remote villages to study in town. He and my aunt lived a frugal life. In his happy moments he would prepa...