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dear diary, my grandpa's gone. monday. mum. sis and i visited ahgong after our msia shopping trip. we bought him his favourite chicken and durian. but he barely can talk. he was really skinny i can even feel his BONES. when mum tired to feed him durian, he nearly choked on it. tuesday. daddy went to visit him. came home and told us dat he culdnt live long. his days are near. wednesday. din go clubbing with nana and ahsha cus mama fell during lunch. sprained her foot. went to sis house for DVD marathon den i recieved a call frm lina.
my grandad jst passed away. 14072005 all of us cried all night. but still managed to catch some sleep. thursday. early in tha morning. daddy fetched us to ahgong house to take a last glance at him. i duno why but i wasnt afraid. i asked mama if i could touch him. she said YES. he was so cold. so so cold. its scary. my relatives.uncles.aunties and cousins were all there. soon tha undertakers came and helped dressed my granddad. he looked good. :)) moved his body to tha voiddeck. he looked so peaceful when hes lying in his coffin. all of us took our last glance of him before tha undertakers started nailing him. tha sound of tha nailing pierced our harts. i cried buckets. friday. busy busy day. lots of pple came and pay respect to him. met up with lotsa cousins and relatives. found out i got really cute nephews and nieces. tink dey were all too young to realise wad is happening. i tink its better for them. saturday. jst another day of all of us mourning. uncle hua cooked bah KUT teh for all of us. its yummo. sunday. busiest day of us. family gathering. all of us were present for tha formal ritual kinda ting. some teared a lil. mama cried buckets. the kids were having fun. burned some paper houses cars and daily needs for him. i wonder wher is he now? monday. the most feared day came. he was to be creamated at mandai all his children, grandchildren and even great grandchildren send him off his last last journey. its heart wrenching to send him there. none of us wan it that way. its horrible seeing him go into tha incinerator. tha tot of tha blazing fire engulfing make all of us cried lyk mad. within 20 mins. all he left us was his ashes and bones. thats wad he left us after 87 yrs living. tell me how brittle life can gets. he fed us. he teaches us. he loved us. dats how his funeral goes. grandad ah. we misses you. hope you're doing fine up there. you wun be forgotten. :)) |
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