I’m sorry, Grandpa. After reading what Mom and Dad wrote, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

I didn’t want to disturb my roommate, so I hid alone in the dorm bathroom and cried quietly. Then I suddenly remembered that I still had the recording from when you told us your stories about the Vietnam War. I found it and started listening, but I couldn’t finish.

Because I was talking to you from a bathroom that time too. And you clearly said you still had more stories to tell us.

I never got to hear them…