Today, in America, is the celebration of a holiday that honors those who has passed. Hint the name "Memorial." Usual, this day is honoring those who served many wars. And have passed either during war or after war.
My grandpa whom died when I was just a kid was in Korea War. He brought home to my dad's mother, whom died when my dad was just a child, many stuff from Korea. I wished I still had those items but they were destroyed by a family dog :'(
I want to ask my dad if he still has those items from Korea but I do not think he does. They were a beautiful bracelets made of some type of cheap metal. Sometimes, I wished my family were a bit careful with items that were that precious. These were memories of my grandpa to my dad's mom.
Anyway, I am about to go to the grave where my dad's mom is buried. She died when my dad was just a child during childbirth. Both her and the child had died. Then soon after my grandpa married Eliza. And well... my dad had a rough childhood. This is why my dad is the way he is now.
Such a tragic family story. I wish to write a story about stories that my family told me one day. That would eventually come to my life story.
On with the day, although I am not feeling too good.
That's all.
With love,
BDK
PS: Sometimes, I think Rai, my bestie, is reading my blogs... You do know, you're welcome to comment anytime if you are. xD
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