I didn’t knew my grandpa much. He died when I was 10 in his sleep. He was also depressed. Sometimes I blame him for my sufferings. It could be genetic. Then, he didn’t choose to fall into this pit, so I can’t be mad at him. I think he was a good person. My mother say so.
I’ve been told he was the manager of a sock factory. I’ve been told he survived the holocaust. I’ve been told he has been through a lot. It must have been nice when death greet him that night. Like a big relief. I wonder how’s that. Salvation. I wish […]
