Grew up in an Asian family, raised by mostly my grandfather. Never said "I love you" to him even once, not even after I found out he had terminal cancer. I love

Grew up in an Asian family, raised by mostly my grandfather. Never said "I love you" to him even once, not even after I found out he had terminal cancer. I loved no one more than him. I did, however, visit him in his hospital room daily, and saw him at least once a week when he was home. I'd like to think it was implicit, based on my actions. Maybe it's a cultural thing? Where it's like taken for granted that the family takes care of one another.