My grandmother, grandfather and uncle used to live in the same house when they were alive.
When I was in junior high school, my uncle passed away by suicide. A few years later, my grandfather passed away due to Alzheimer's disease, and in 2020, my grandmother also passed away. With the death of my grandmother, the house eventually became an empty house.
For a long time I could not accept the death of the three of them because I was out of town when they died. In each case, I could not get back immediately to see each of them one last time. For years, this intense and painful absence and regret lingered in my heart. Last year I decided to visit their living places for the last time. What I felt was that after a person dies, the memories become shadows that accompany me. When I was in that sad space and saw those old objects, it was as if I could feel their shadows beside me, as if we were in the same space at that moment and they were quietly watching me.