Back in October 2019, my grandfather passed away. And as soon as I started to think about fire, it reminded me how my grandfather who enjoyed zoning out staring at the fire. In a way, it looked like he had his own way of meditating. And it got me thinking, in the end, was he happy with his journey of life? And in a way, I first time looked at him as not like my grandfather, but a young man full of life and expectations. Did his life live up to his expectations in the end? Also, for some reason, I really felt his presence a lot more after he passed away. I find it hard to feel sad for the loss when I still feel their presence. In a way, a part of him will always live within me. He used to keep bees.
