If it had rained, I surely would have cried.

I suddenly remembered my late paternal grandfather.
As the first grandchild and a girl, I was raised like a princess.
I went out to play with my grandfather far more often than with my father, and he took me everywhere, from botanical gardens to the circus.

My grandfather served as a board member at a certain hotel and later worked as a labor and social security attorney. He was a very gentle person who never got angry with me. He also served as a neighborhood association president and was a man with a strong sense of responsibility.

My grandfather, who had suffered from pneumonia in the past, had a persistent fever. He insisted that my mother go and take care of something that had to be submitted that day, and after she did, he went to the hospital and was immediately admitted. We thought it was just a cold, but water had accumulated in his lungs, leading to respiratory failure.
I was working when I received a call from my mother saying he was in critical condition. After finishing with my client, I left early, met up with my younger brother, and headed to the hospital, where we found our grandfather connected to tubes and unable to communicate. He passed away at dawn.

My brother and I dedicated ourselves to watching over his body, constantly offering incense.

The funeral was held on a very sunny spring day. I asked the sky why God would take someone away even on such a bright, clear day.

I was put in charge of the reception for the funeral, which involved three groups: board members, labor and social security attorneys, and neighborhood association members.
An astonishing number of people came, and I wonder how many times I was told, 'Are you the granddaughter? Your grandfather took such good care of me.' It was as if I was learning about his glory only after he had passed away.

Every time I listen to Cocco's 'Raining,' I remember.
That clear sky, and how I would have cried if it had been raining.

Are you able to read the books you liked over there? Are you able to sing your songs?
The places I went with you are vividly remembered.
Thank you for raising me. Thank you for exposing me to so many things.

So, here is a toast to you, with all my respect.