Today I was reminded of the most difficult part of being an expat. My grandfather passed away. Coping with death is the worst part of living abroad. Nothing can wait for you while you live on the other side of the earth.
This is the second time I've had a death in the family since I arrived in China. The last time was at the end of my first month here and I received the news via e-mail. At least today my parents were able to call and wake me up.
I'll have to hold my own memorial with my wife here. She was fortunate enough to meet my grandfather during our vacation. Now she's trying to anything she can to make me feel better--and that's not an easy task. I just wish it was easier to travel.
2 comments:
I am so sorry for you and your family's loss. I wish there were words that were more meaningful but at times like these, even words escape me. You and your family are in my thoughts.
Sorry to hear about your loss. One thing I realized during my travels and my one attempt to live abroad is that spending as much time as you can with the people you really care about (and who care about you) while they're still around is extremely important. I am glad that you have at least one family member with you to help you through your hard time. Hang in there.
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