“His was a slow leaving. He had resisted it. In his letter were parts I had never seen of the smiling, quiet man who had made spaghetti or folded dumplings, who had danced giddy with me in stacked shoes at holiday parties. They were parts left in Taiwan, pieces he shared with no one, things he had lost in China. They belonged to those places, and the person he had been when all of him was there.” BelongingAlzheimers Book:Two Trees Make a Forest: Travels Among Taiwan's Mountains & Coasts in Search of My Family's Past Source: Two Trees Make a Forest: Travels Among Taiwan's Mountains & Coasts in Search of My Family's Past