The Korean Visitors Goes Back

My grandma and my grandma's brother (Grand Uncle?) went back home today. I helped them with their luggage in the airport. It was kind of relieving but sad at the same time. It will probably be the last time I will ever see them in my life. They are quite a bit old. And they are probably never coming back, or even if they are planning on coming back, they probably won't get a chance.

It's sad to see how much I hated my Grand Uncle before. I had a good reason too. But that doesn't change the fact that it's still sad that I hated my own family member. I wish I had been more open to his ideas. I wish I could have asked for his help a little bit more.

I wish I could have kept in touch with my Grandma. I wish I could have spoken Korean a bit more, so that I might just remember the language, even in the future. I wish I could have visited Korea.

My Grand Uncle told me to contact him if I was in any need. He told me he won't tell my mom or dad. He already knew most of our family problems, and he understood what I went through. I was really thankful when he gave me that option years before. I just never really wanted to trust him. How can I trust a person half-way around the world, probably three times older than me? How can I trust someone so rich, so relaxed, so laid back, so care free? I didn't know he meant it. I didn't know he cared.

It's a bit late. I won't tell him anything.

But thank you.