Aug 1, 2008
I often wonder what it would be like to go back in time and see my friends when they were young and small and what it would be like to play with each other as children. Even better is imaging what your friends are going to look like years and years from now when they have all of their life experiences etched into their bodies and minds. You have to use your imagination because you can't look back to any photos. My dear friend is leaving town and will be sadly missed by many, so I decided to dig deep into the handsome crates and post his gramps. Here is what he had to say about his grandpa:
Here is my father's father, his name was Pong Wing Gong. i grew up with him as a part of my household since the age of 8 or so until my folks split in grade 10. (I remember sometime around grade 3 having a cast on my left arm as i met him and grandma at the airport when they came to Canada). He passed away in August of 2002 with Parkinson’s disease.
I used to hate the way he favored my younger brother and nagged me with little chores like cleaning the ketchup bottle lip before closing the cap. As we both got older I was in college and we saw so little of each other, especially since I moved to Vancouver, so our relationship changed. When we did see each other he was incredibly tender and loving towards me. I was told he was a heavy drinker in his day and I remember seeing bottles of XO cognac and my pops explaining how this was the "good" stuff that gramps loved.
Here's to handsome grandpas of the past, present, and future.