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My late Grandfather’s house, Sapaude, Nepal.
R.I.P. Grandfather, your words and blessings will forever be remembered.
This picture holds the greatest sentiment to me. This was the still of the the first time I had seen my grandfather after 6 years. The man who had held me as a child and called me Hira, which means Diamond in Nepalese because I was born such a large pale baby. My first reaction was to bow at his feet because it was the proper respect he deserved. 
My grandfather was a great man. A man of little words but with abundance of will and great actions. He taught me so many things and the morals to which I live by to this day. I have many fond memories of my time spent with him. With only photos to look back on by myself now.
He passed away last night on the 24th April 2011, only 2 days after I had left Nepal. I never imagined it would be the last time I bowed to my grandfather. I said to myself how lucky and unlucky it was at the time of his passing. Lucky in that I got to see him one last time and unlucky that I’ll never see him again.
I will forever hold dear to me the last words he said to me in his gravely voice as I was about to leave Nepal, “Make our family proud.”
Posted on 26 April
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My late Grandfather’s house, Sapaude, Nepal.

R.I.P. Grandfather, your words and blessings will forever be remembered.

This picture holds the greatest sentiment to me. This was the still of the the first time I had seen my grandfather after 6 years. The man who had held me as a child and called me Hira, which means Diamond in Nepalese because I was born such a large pale baby. My first reaction was to bow at his feet because it was the proper respect he deserved. 

My grandfather was a great man. A man of little words but with abundance of will and great actions. He taught me so many things and the morals to which I live by to this day. I have many fond memories of my time spent with him. With only photos to look back on by myself now.

He passed away last night on the 24th April 2011, only 2 days after I had left Nepal. I never imagined it would be the last time I bowed to my grandfather. I said to myself how lucky and unlucky it was at the time of his passing. Lucky in that I got to see him one last time and unlucky that I’ll never see him again.

I will forever hold dear to me the last words he said to me in his gravely voice as I was about to leave Nepal, “Make our family proud.”

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  10. shinjuus said: It’s quite depressing to understand that people we always knew aren’t immortal… The last time I saw my grandfather, I knew it was the last time, because he died from a cancer, but I still can’t realize I won’t see him anymore…
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