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Sunday, August 17, 2008 @ 12:00 PM
he just turned 68yrs old It was his birthday the day before. And he turned 68 yrs old. The following day. Friday night, at 10pm. He passed away. My Grandfather. I spent a whole day at my grandma's place yesterday. And i'm going again later. I have two more assignments and a task to do. But frankly speaking, i just don't have the mood to do anything. The sombre atmosphere i've been experiencing the past two days has drained most of my energy to do my schoolwork and the website due. But i'll try. I have to. That friday night, at 11pm. My mother and i went to Tan Tock Seng hospital because my auntie called. She said the doctor called her previously and said that my grandfather was found lying on the ground by the roadside. His motorbike, lying nearby. We got there, and we waited for a very long time. Most of my aunties and my grandma thought it wasn't something serious. Because, even though my grandfather had some leg problems, but overall he was actually quite strong. Then when the doctor came out, he told us a very long-winded story. About how they found him, to what happend in the ambulance and what they did upon reaching the emergency room. " ...we tried a lot of things...we tried to revive him.." My aunties were practically going "Huh? What are you trying to say??" Basically they just wanna know what happened to him, like maybe he is in a critical condition, or maybe he needs an operation or something. They never expected him leaving forever. Once we found out he passed away. Suddenly, everyone started crying. I consoled my mother and my aunties. I think my uncles were crying too, not sure though. I was the only grand-child there, but later, my cousin came too. There has been a number of times, i read storybooks that involves someone dying. Maybe a mother or the sister or whoever it is. And sometimes they give the last goodbye kiss or touch to the late person. And the description for that was: cold. So i never knew how to imagine, how 'cold' a dead person can be. So when i can kissed my grandfather on the forehead, i knew how it felt. However, when i look at his face and knowing he won't wake up, i felt like he was just sleeping. My mum says it is a good sign, that he left in a good way because he was a very pious man. I hope he is among the good people, and go to heaven. |