Bon Voyage

Everything has its, time, dealing with grief, of losing his own, maternal grandmother, translated…

My maternal grandmother is, no longer with us on New Year’s anymore.

Before the Chinese New Years of 2019, she’d tripped and fallen, causing her to have cerebral hemorrhage, she fell into a coma, and died a week later.  Back then I was working on my graduation thesis, plus, I wasn’t as emotionally connected to my maternal grandmother, back then, as I was told the news, I’d not felt the impacts, of losing someone dear to me, just felt a bit in a daze, I’d lost sleep for a night, had a little alcohol to drink.  My topic for my thesis is on the feelings of loss in modern literature, I’d read a ton of work on loss by the writers; and still, the liberal arts major is related to life itself, what you cared for, the works you enjoyed reading, will one day, leap from the pages, and, become, something real to you.

My maternal grandmother’s funeral was handled by the chain funeral home company, everything was set as scheduled.  In the funeral place, the song, “The Last Train” by the artist, Ricky Xiao, played, the lyrics of “don’t look back/the last train is leaving/you’re just on it first”, it’d, reminded of the work of the poet, Scattered Rain’s verses, it’s also, a poems of loss, the last verse stated:

The Ticketer Came, Clipped My Ticket

Don’t Know Why he’d Told Me “Thanks and Bon Voyage”

That was, exactly what I wanted to say, to you

————<Toucheng——in Memoriam of F>

Then, Bon Voyage, Grandma, You’re Just, Getting Onboard, Before the Rest of Us

And so, this, is on loss of the poet’s grandmother, and, his grandmother’s death, finally HIT him, shortly after she’d died, and because he’s in related major, he’d used the knowledge he’d gained in his classes, to help him cope with the loss.