The fleeting Hanoi

My grandfather passed away on Saturday at 86. He went peacefully, having led a fulfilling life with a professional legacy and a dedicated family by his side until the end.

I lost both my grandparents on my mother's side a few years ago. I was saddened, of course, but I took their deceases easier than I thought. Maybe it was the circle of life (they were 76 and 85, which were quite long life-spans), maybe I was away. This time, I got to spend more time with my grandpa, to see him and feel him and say my farewell for the last time.

It feels too real.

hanoi ephemera (2)

I get emotionally attached easily. You spend a day with me, listen to my ramblings and share a bit of yours. I'll think of you for the next few months.

On my way from the hospital to my grandparents' today, I drove along this motorbike. Two guys, definitely younger than me (being 25+, I've started seeing all guys as younger than me). We drove along, all the way from Hang Bai / Hai Ba Trung all the way to Kim Ma.

Yes, I got attached. Not Korean-drama-coincidental-love attached. Road attachment. Like, a "Hey we were on the way. Geographically. But how about mentally" attachment.

While we were stuck in the traffic on Son Tay, I heard them sing to a "Em đi xa quá... em đi xa anh quá..."

Made our departure much much easier.