The conversation ended with me saying
"I’ll see you when I’m back". I didn’t see him.
Ah Gong passed when I was on exchange.
I was calling him a few weeks before he left us, but by then, he was hard of hearing. Even when I tried to talk to him, he couldn’t really hear me.
I would tell him to drink water and listen to my mom, but his helper—who spoke Chinese — would have to repeat everything I said. It was heartbreaking not being able to speak to him directly.
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Ah Gong!
Can you hear me?
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I'm fine, I'm good!
Don't worry!
The last conversation we had was over the phone. My mom called me and asked if I wanted to talk to him. His helper had to repeat my words for him, as usual.
He reassured me, saying, “I’m fine, I’m good,” in his characteristic way — always wanting his grandchildren to enjoy their time without worrying about him. He was the kind of person who always put himself second and didn’t want to burden anyone. That was our last call.