The Next (horrible) Day......

So yesterday at night, I found out that my dad's parent's grandma, whatever the term is that, recently got sick. This brought about a terrible pain in my heart. Even though she probably doesn't remember me, I still have great great respect for her, being she raised most of my long extension of uncles, and even outlived her own sons. Something isn't too good about her lungs, something like with water in lungs or something, but hopefully she will be okay. I don't want another loss of a relative in this year AGAIN.

Last year, two of my very respected relatives passed away, Grandpa and his brother, my great uncle. Both have been through events that I have never imagined could have happened to anyone I would know. The thing about my great uncle was that he was missing one of his toes. I never asked about it until the week he was gone from this world. Most of my relatives in back when they were in Vietnam cut off a body part, so that they won't have to fight in the war. That's pretty hardcore, but who would sacrifice their lives for a country they don't belong to and dislike? They were Chinese, and from China, not like my parents, who were born in Vietnam.

My great uncle, even though he was old, still had a peppy, funny personality. I won't forget the time when he gave my brother and me 7 year old expired Pepsi. xDD

My grandpa was even more amazing. Our family were multimillionaires. However, southern Vietnam was under Communist rule, and they though are family was corrupt, and the Communists took away all our land and most of our money. Oh, how their lives changed. That was supposedly the last straw, and my grandpa was fed up. Using the remaining money they had left, he bribed the State government of Vietnam to let them escape. They smuggled out of the country in two separate groups, because my family was too big. Grandpa went in the second group. The first group, which included my father, went off relatively safe, IN THE BEGINNING.

The boat with my father and some other relatives was small, and the ocean was relentless. Countless people died, and my father and others were forced to eat the remains of the dead. Honestly, I can't believe how horrible life was for my family. And my dad. Whenever he gets angry, I could see why. Don't waste food, Kevin. From his story, I always tried my best to eat all my food. Brings tears to my eyes when I heard his stories of the boat and living in a refugee camp. Makes me angry that so many of you stupid Americans don't know how life is outside of the USA. That's why my dad gets irritated so easily at those idiots of American society, and people with no manners. I don't blame him. The abuse he gives me, I think, I felt what he felt during those troubled times.

Well anyways, back to my Grandpa. It was the state government that allowed my family to escape, not the LOCAL government, who didn't get any money, and they wanted some. The day when my grandpa and remaining relatives were to leave, they were arrested by the local police, and the police took all their money that they hid in their soles of their shoes, and toothpaste.

Lucky for my grandpa, we had a friend who worked in the state government, and he told the state what the local police did, and boy, the local police got a beating. Grandpa got his money back, and got on the boat.

The boat trip must have been hard for him too. Countless weeks on a crowded boat. And my whole family was now separated now. They went to different refugee camps. And from there, they went on different paths. All my relatives ended up in different parts of the world: Canada, Texas, California, New York, Germany, France, Vietnam, China, and Australia, and maybe another country I forgot to mention.

Well, my grandpa ended up in Canada because in the refugee camp that he went to, they give first priority to any soldiers or ex-soldiers in the war. My grandpa used to be a soldier; however, when the USA ambassadors people asked for his paper work, he didn't have any. The North Vietnam government took it away from him during his escape. And the US ambassadors still didn't believe him, and he got angry and badmouthed the Americans and the USA, and so he went to Canada instead. I guess our male lineage is full of anger and short-temper? Hopefully I don't seem short-tempered, I'm trying my best to change myself for the better, I don't want what happened in middle school to happen again, do I? I'm soo inspired to be different from my father, and not abuse my children or yell at my wife, a personal promise to myself.

I will miss the times grandpa came over during winter and gave my a watch from the Olympics...too bad I was so young and didn't know the value of those watches.....

Well I hope my great great grandma gets better, makes me sad to find out that she got sick....and also getting teary eyed from thinking about family history....