I never knew who my grandpa was. It’s like a missing culture. My dad, or my mom, rarely told me about my grandpa—my father’s father. Only mom who occasionally told me about her dad.
Yet, I believe in the strength of these words by Abraham Lincoln who said, “I don't know who my grandfather was; [but] I am much more concerned to know what his grandson will be.” Yes, he was right.
For those of you who are still having a grandpa, cherish the moment. You will never know how it feels like to have no such an old man with his wrinkles near his eyes.