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.