When my Grandad died

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I remember sitting in a family restaurant, where my mom and dad broke the news to me and my younger sister that our Australian grandad was in critical condition with his health, and that if it got any worse we were going to fly to Tasmania to see him one last time. It did get worse, and we did go. I was perhaps too young to understand the sadness. I had never known him that well but he did visit us several times in Hong Kong and pulled off several magic tricks for us. I remember I couldn't sit still at his funeral. I was in the hospital playroom when they pulled the plug on him.

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