My second aunt (dad’s older sister), taken during Chinese New Year this year, as part of tasks for my graduation show. Watching every one else’s presentations made me wonder as well..
I know/knew/have known her all my life. I see her the most twice every year. I know part of her story from what she has told me and the stories my father and brothers have told me. The stories that I do not know are written in her hands, her feet, her face. Love language of food. A whole story I do not know.
Doing the task of taking photographs this year made me realize how little I know her. It’s simple now, to give her a call now and say, “Eegu, how are you?”
But I don’t know what to say. She’ll be the Ee-gu I knew in primary school when she lived with us for a while, who taught me to read chapters before they were taught in school so I could get a leg up during classes. I don’t know what to say now.
Then I sort of realize…
I do not know what to say to a lot of people. I love them, truly, but what do I say? Will knowing you now make it harder for me to forget you when you’re gone?
I lost my train of thought.
Back to work…