"Lao Lao," in Chinese, means mather's mather.

Lao Lao was the person who took care me the most during my early years.
Lao Lao loved me very deeply and I probably never thought she would leave
me away for any reason. I still can remember the scene that she had to take
a train to go back to her hometown and left us there in Beijing because of
the Culture Revolution. I did not know what was behind it. I just felt unfair
to take her away from me when I was so young and could not stand to live
without her around. Lao Lao hated the Communist Party more than anything
else. I did not know her about this until she told me once I was home for
my summer vacation from college. Her family was pretty wealthy once.
CP took away all her family's properties and made her homeless. I think
anybody who had this kind of experience will hate CP. I do not want to
comment on CP's belief here. But I do think CP's practice damaged that land
quite a bit. Probably any human's practice is started by mankind's greed to
seize and conquer, which down grades human to animal. Too bad mankind
can not avoid it by themselves. I am not cursing. I just say the truth.

I did not get chance to see her right before she passed away many years ago.
There must be some soul connection between Lao Lao and myself because
I got the hunch that something wrong with Lao Lao back there in Beijing.
But I just would not dare to ask. Relatives there did not let me know in time
because they thought I was busy here for my study in college and was not
convenient to travel.

I did not have chance to return back to her a better living. There are many
things you can make it up later on. But I know, at least, I have one thing I
will never be able to make it.