The Old Sad Melody

A familiar song was played in repeat while I was sitting in front of one big family picture that’d been hanging on the wall in my living room for many years. Analyzing from one face to another, my eyes were attached to one great man who carried a boy about 5 years old. He was my grandfather whom I loved and respect so much. It had been 10 years since the day he left the whole family. His masculinity was shown on his great physique and his perfect height. The wrinkled face that he had on his face shows how experienced he is in life. His strong hands were the hand that I used to pamper with before he close his eyes for eternity. The light from the fireplace were focusing on the rocking chair where he used to sit before the day with full of tears. I remember when he sat on the chair, holding me in his arms and sang me a song which I really hate to hear it back then. It was an old song that he made by himself. I also remember when he asked me what do I think about that song and I told him that the song was really ugly. His only reaction was laughing, rubbing my head and said “Kitz! Promise me someday that you’ll record and sing that song for me”. My regrets on the fact that I could only record the song for him and didn’t manage to sing it in front of him has never stop me from crying. Sleep well my dear grandpa, may this sad melody of yours will entertain you in your eternal rest. Your memories will always stay in my mind . . .