Grandpa's Grave

It was a 2 hour drive from Daejeon. There were 6 people in the car, my mum, aunty, grandpa, 2 cousins and myself. It was an uncomfortable drive but I could not wait to see my long gone grandpa who has waited for me for 7 whole years! During the drive, I saw birds flowing through the air, silent trees breezing through the wind and the farmers from the villages plucking their vegetables and feeding their animals. I felt that I was part of that community but all I did is watch them work from the car.

As we had reached the mountain, I was jaw-dropped, the mountain probably rached over 100 metres high! My grandma also told me that this mountain was still today owned by grandpa. My aunty has driven to the mountain as close as she could, she said that the car cannot move any further into the mountain because the path is too dangerous so we had to walk all our way to the grave.

We parked the car at a nearby village, when we were about to start our walk, I saw two squirrels running past by, finding shelter under a tree, I was amazed because I never saw squirrels in a natural environment and also proud that these animals were still existing in my grandpa's mountain!

I had finally reached my grandpa's grave, well I didn't really go to the top of the mountain, probably just half of it. As I was climbing up the hill, I went to the top and looked at the whole landscape, I could see the village below, the massive lake next to it and more mountains. I felt like I was on top of the world seeing everything from the top. It felt like I was living even though I was alive!

There lay my grandpa inside the heart of the mountain, everyone was delighted to see him, especially me who waited 7 years for this moment. My grandma was the first one to talk to him saying how he has been and telling him to be in peace with the others. My mum and my aunty were the next to give their words to their father, me and my cousins were silent for the whole time, we didn't know what to say to him as we weren't true adults yet. I thought some of my family members would bring themselves to tears but no one cried at that moment but they weren't happy either. I would describe it as a very silent and depressing moment.

For me, I cannot describe any feelings for a death of a person. I do not knew anyone who had died during my life and time so there were no funerals for me or my mum. I do still remember my the face of my grandpa when he was still alive but I do not remember the time that he died. I had no memories of my mother crying or any other of my family members in such a depressing mood.