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Inner turmoil of separation
This is my grandpa, my mother's father. My mother had left England to migrate to Australia in 1986 with my father to start a better life. This meant that she had to leave her own father behind.
Other than a three or four visits, they rarely talk. It's been 30 years since they have lived in the same house as each other.
My mother has built a life in Australia, dedicated to her children.
Recently, my grandma, my mother's mother passed away from heart disease. We went to England for the funeral and my mother had the chance to stay in her childhood home again. While I was there, when I was walking past granddad, I would hear him stop and sigh as he realised his wife is truly gone. Though he didn't cry at the funeral, I knew his heart was hearting. Everyone thinks that he is too afraid to be in his home anymore without grandma.
Often, I see the resemblance between my mother and grandpa. In the actions they do and the way they act.
My mother is always cleaning and cooking for us, and it makes me wonder if she wanted the life that she got. Would she have stayed in England close to her father?
This is my grandpa, my mother's father.
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