Arranging Grandpa's Relics

a while ago,
After chasing the Korean drama "Move to Heaven │ I'm a Relic Organizer",
Inexplicably, I remembered the scene when I sorted out my grandpa's relics earlier.

months ago,
Because it's almost New Year's Eve,
My parents and I first went back to our hometown in the central part of the country, which is currently uninhabited.
plan before the new year,
Organize your home well,
It will be easier then.

Parents are in charge of other areas,
And I'm in charge of Grandpa's room,
After all, during the New Year period,
My parents and I would sleep in Grandpa's room,
It's easier to clean up early.

Unconsciously, Grandpa left for nearly four years,
these years,
His room only did some simple cleaning,
Like brushing away the thick dust,
Or after collecting the items that fell on the ground,
Move under the bed.

This time, it is rare to return to my hometown first.
I'm going to tidy up my grandpa's room.
I don't know if it's because Grandpa is gone.
The room is still full of loneliness.

I carry a plastic bucket full of water,
From the toilet all the way to Grandpa's room,
go to another room,
I grabbed a dozen small pieces of cotton cloth,
And a few large garbage bags big enough to pack yourself in,
Finally, put on a mask,
The previous ceremony was completed.

The first stop of cleaning is Grandpa's audio-visual area.
That is, the super large sound combination placed on the wooden table,
The upper layer is the sound used to play the tape,
There are two large speakers on the left and right sides of the lower layer.
And in the middle of the two big speakers,
It is a cabinet dedicated to storing cassette tapes and cassettes.
They almost eat up the whole table,
There's only room left for some pens, small notebooks, or other small items.

I carefully wiped the huge sound,
Thinking that it brought a voice to the grandpa who lived alone for a long time,
Immediately grateful for the existence of this speaker,
Accompanying my grandfather through year after year.

The stereo is full of messy black wires.
It's really distressing,
Where are these wires going?
I'm guessing some are power cords,
Some wires may be holes to be inserted into the speaker speakers.
Some wires are too tight and difficult to loosen.
I had to follow the extremely tight wire,
trying to find its whereabouts,
After a closer look, I found that it was just stuck in the gap between the speaker and the speaker.
Unexpected.

Like some difficult moments in life,
I thought I was trapped,
In fact, he trapped himself,
Just take a turn, or change your way,
You will find that the situation is not as bad as expected.

I didn't expect a moment,
A horn suddenly collapsed,
I just found its wooden bottom,
As time passed,
It has disintegrated into a large piece of yellow sand.

I had to move them to the ground one by one,
In order to clean the yellow sand on the desktop.
Still thinking about how to rearrange this huge sound combination,
Dad, who was cleaning outside, suddenly entered the room,
Also said that the speaker broke a long time ago.

I thought it was still normal,
just nobody uses it,
Unexpectedly, it has already reached the end,
Although I feel sad,
But it's also more straightforward to make decisions.

My dad and I put these soundless combos together,
All transferred to the idle corner.
And the old desk that was originally put on the stereo,
The sun finally reappeared.

When i was a child,
I always feel that Grandpa's room,
It's like a restricted area where you can't go in and out at will,
Very mysterious.

Especially every time I pass by Grandpa's room,
I often see his back sitting in front of the desk,
Grandpa at that time,
Always listen to the music of singer Huang Yiling,
Organize cassettes and audio cassettes in cabinets.

After looking at it for a long time, I felt that my grandfather was very strange.
Why does he have to sit in front of the stereo all the time?
As I grew up, I slowly understood,
People who grew up during the Japanese occupation period,
At the age of fifty or sixty,
have their own interests and hobbies,
It can even last for twenty years.
This is really a beautiful thing.

It's just that Grandpa has left,
These collected vinyl records, cassette tapes,
and cassette tapes,
Still quietly in the same position,
It is very sad.

Since the illness five years ago,
I constantly think about the relationship between people and objects.
If objects are conscious,
I should hope that I can give unreservedly,
instead of being put into a corner,
There will always be only dust and cobwebs to accompany.

So over the years,
I began to let go of my obsession with objects,
and those items that have not been used or have not been used at all,
Donate to those who need it more.

Now seeing those records and tapes laid out like this,
somewhat distressed,
But for now, the status quo can only be maintained.
After all, these items still have to be discussed by other elders.
other arrangements can be made.

In addition to listening to music, Grandpa loves to listen to music,
I also like fishing.
Under his bed and around the corners are stuffed with fishing gear,
Like fishing rods, nets, buoys, and professional tackle I don't know.

Although every room in my hometown is big,
But put fishing and a bunch of tools in the room,
It feels amazing.

Imagine if my room was stuffed with a double bed,
There's nowhere to put a closet.
Sure enough, the space limits the imagination!

Unfortunately,
After I went to Australia,
I just started getting curious about fishing.
If discovered earlier,
Maybe I can go fishing with my strong grandpa,
How good would that be!

Opposite the big bed is an iron wardrobe.
Above the closet are piles of tin boxes, cartons, and jars of all kinds.
One by one, it's not spectacular.
Every box has a thick accumulation of dust.

I stepped on the bench seat,
Take it carefully,
Don't get yourself covered in dust.
Before taking it,
I thought those boxes contained important items,
It was later discovered that only a few boxes contained less important documents and materials.
Everything else is an empty box.

But those papers that are much older than me,
With retro fonts and typography,
Very novel.
But I ended up throwing it in a paper recycling bag,
Now think about it,
I didn't take a photo to keep a memory.
It seems a pity!

Ahem, I accidentally digressed again,
Back to the topic.
When tidying up my grandpa's room,
A lot of memories popped up in my mind from time to time.

In fact, I was very afraid of Grandpa when I was young.
However, with age,
I started to chat with Grandpa in broken Taiwanese,
But almost all the grandpa is leading the topic,
As handsome as he was when he was young,
How was it during the Japanese occupation?
Unfortunately, my Taiwanese is too bad.
I can only respond with some um, ah, yes oh, shadowy Taiwanese,
Otherwise, you will definitely know more interesting ancient memories.

In order to make the eighty-something grandpa use his brain and exercise more,
I also found some small games,
Or some simple muscle strength exercises,
Although he didn't want to do it,
But I will still do a few sets with me.

sometimes,
I will accompany him to the place where Dad works,
This 15-minute journey,
I am like a faithful guard,
Grandpa will hold my hand tightly,
The temperature of the palm,
I still have a fresh memory.

More than three years ago, I was in the middle,
I heard from my family that Grandpa's condition is not very good.
Immediately I asked a man to take me to the Union Bus,
Unexpectedly, there was a small car accident on the way.

After finally catching up with the union back to the north,
When passing by Hsinchu,
I also learned that the grandfather was in an emergency.
Returned to a large hospital in the middle by ambulance.
But I was already in the car,
Can only swing all the way to the north,
Then hurriedly took the family's car back to the middle.

After seeing my grandfather,
But he only saw him lying unconscious on the hospital bed,
I can't wake up no matter how I call,
I had to hold his hand,
I hope that through the temperature of my hand,
Let Grandpa know that I am here,
Maybe Grandpa would wake up suddenly.

Suddenly, the paramedics said they wanted to ask an ambulance to take Grandpa back to his hometown.
Unexpectedly, not long after returning home,
Grandpa left.

that day,
I've always regretted why I didn't go back to Taipei earlier,
Or don't be so impatient, stay in the middle,
Maybe I can talk to Grandpa.
Or do something else, that's fine,
Will not miss it.....

Honestly, no regrets are a lie,
But I also understand,
this is life,
There's no way to count.

Let's go back to the Korean drama "I am the Relic Organizer",
Deaths in each episode,
One important point is constantly emphasized:
Just look carefully at the items left behind,
You can hear the words that those who have left want to say but have no time to say.

And one sentence in the play made me feel even more.

Eyes can't see, doesn't mean it doesn't exist,
As long as you remember, it will never disappear.

Although Grandpa has left,
But I'm still always in a moment,
I remembered those moments of life with my grandpa,
some are warm,
Some are very impressed,
Some are full of happy memories.

to me,
Grandpa didn't disappear,
He just moved to a better world,
Live a healthy and happy life from now on!

correct,
I'm not like Kelu in "I am the Relic Organizer",
Take out a cardboard box,
Packed with all things worthy of being treasured,
But from the things that were left behind,
I just know,
Grandpa is actually a careful, cherishing, and passionate about life.

At present, there are still many items to be confirmed in the hometown.
But from another angle,
Maybe I can find my grandpa's other talents again!