I have known my grandfather for as long as I can remember, and growing up, my family often shared cherished memories of when my grandparents lovingly took care of me as an infant in Hong Kong. They recounted how, after my grandmother cared for me during the day, my grandfather would return home after a long day of work with snacks or drinks, such as Vita Soy. I would always reach for the plastic bag, pull it down to ground level, and grab a delicious pack of Vita Soy. This happened so often that I eventually learned to poke the straw in myself. This simple act, though forgotten by my infant self, became a source of laughter and joy for my family, a testament to the special bond I shared with my grandfather.
As I grew older and moved to Canada with my parents, I vividly remember working alongside my grandfather and grandmother to make homemade chive and pork dumplings. They took pride in using fresh chives from their garden, and these traditions followed me to university, when I moved abroad to teach, and even after I got married and established my own household.
My grandfather led a life of routine and dedication. Whether he was listening to Cantonese opera at his desk, reading the daily Chinese newspaper, or practicing Tai Chi in the park each morning, he embraced life with enthusiasm and had a hunger for knowledge.
One of the most enduring lessons my grandfather taught me was the value of lifelong learning. Despite having immigrated to Canada at an older age, he was determined to learn English. Having completed all available Adult English as a Second Language classes, he continued to study and practice English diligently. I remember how often he would motion for me when my grandparents babysat us for the day, asking if he could discuss something with me. He would then pull out an English passage and ask if I could read it out to him sentence by sentence, translating it into Cantonese and explaining it to him to ensure his understanding. Additionally, there were times when he would quietly sit at his desk, open his Chinese/English dictionary, and use his beautiful cursive handwriting to copy out English words. Little did I know that this was not just about language but also a bond that deepened our connection.
What I admired most about my grandfather was his unwavering patience, care, and love. His simple yet heartfelt gesture of offering snacks and meals whenever I visited, urging me in his Chiu Chow dialect to eat, exemplified his nurturing spirit. It probably also helped to foster my current and continued love for food and eating.
I am incredibly grateful for the time I had with him. My grandfather's presence in my life was a blessing, and I will cherish our memories forever.
To my family and friends gathered here, let us remember my grandpa not with sadness, but with gratitude for the love he showered upon us, the laughter we shared, and the wisdom he imparted through his actions.
公公, I love you. You will be deeply missed, but your spirit will live on in our hearts forever. You leave behind a legacy of love, kindness, and wisdom that will forever be cherished by those who knew you. Rest in peace.
