I just got a phone call from an old friend of the family from 40+ years ago.  She wanted to call my grandparents to let them know that she could not sleep, was literally dying, and wanted to say goodbye.  She was shocked when I let her know that both of my grandparents were recently deceased, my grandmother last year and my grandfather about 1 month.  Apparently she called last 2 years ago, a little before my grandmother passed.

When she told me she was dying, I didn’t know what to say.  I do recall certain things from childhood, but don’t recall her exactly.  However, I did have a quick 15 min conversation with me letting her know about my life along with my immediate family, and her letting me know about my childhood summer vacations in Taipei and how much of a hellion I was!

Oh, how some things don’t change.

I bid my farewell and then really realized what type of people my grandparents truly were.   Out of nowhere a month after my grandfather passed, I am reminded about how much my grandparents touched others in their daily lives over the better half of a century.  Their legacy isn’t measured in what they left behind, but instead in their family and the love and memories from who they have moved.

I hope my friends make an effort to keep in touch with me in 50 years before I pass.  Time will tell.

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