Missing Grandma Again
Dreamed I was on a train leaving the cemetery 🪦, and along the way so many people were burying their loved ones. The thought that Grandma was gone forever made me cry myself awake.
The greatness of a generation and their devotion to their descendants — years from now, their children’s children should know of it and remember it. In a world of blooming flowers, the stars guard the sea, never having left.
One day we too will walk toward you, turning into stars. At the crossing of light cones, we will meet again.