It’s almost all souls day, a time to remember and visit our beloved ones who already passed away. Yesterday we went to the cemetery to visit our grandparents’ graves. We brought flowers, candles and dinner. It like a picnic and a reunion at the same time. Reminiscing the days when we were still kids, I remembered myself asking my grandfather why he loved smoking his cigar. Back then I was taught by my parents that smoking is very bad so whenever I see my grandpa, I tell him that he must stop smoking. Anyhow, he told me that he was not smoking. He only wanted the taste of the cigar, but he did not actually light it. It was weird for me as a child because I thought that all cigars are the same.Oh well. After the reminiscing I saw my parents shedding some tears. Perhaps they also miss their own parents. I think I miss them too.