We all sat down for breakfast. Yung Un had some breakfast sandwiches for us to eat. I couldn't eat. I hadn't eaten much at all since I got to Korea. It just didn't seem like the thing to do. I kept remembering what my mother had said. Look at your dad, eating. How can he eat at a time like this? 

As my mother, my father, and my uncle Yong Woo readied themselves to leave for Seoul, I decided to stay one more day. My dad wanted everyone to meet at my brother's side one more time the next day, so everyone was to meet there again. I would hitch a ride there and then back to Seoul with Yung Un. It was decided that Uncle Yong Woo would drive back down, bringing my mom, dad, and Mihye with him.

That afternoon Kyurie had to take a trip to her school with some gifts for the friends who helped out at the wake. She studies Korean art at Korea National University of Korean Heritage, which is about an hour away from Daejeon. We rode along the beautiful Geum River meadering through the gorges in the former kingdom of Paekje. My mother had always said how remote her school was. But she didn't say how beautiful the surroundings were. Korea is a beautiful country. My brother used to say all the time, he likes to enjoy the beauty of the land on his bike on his many, many solitary meanderings on his motorcycle.

Hong Kyu said that my brother had taken him on a bike ride along the river one time. For an hour. He thought his legs were going to fall off. We all laughed.

Yung Un said to me, Jung traveled so often, it seems like one of those times. It feels like he's just gone on a long trip.