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apologies. don't intend to link.Saturday, May 30, 2009 @ 10:50 AM
27 may 09 :
"wake up! get changed! we are going
to grandpa's house." even though i
was in the state of blur, i knew what
was waiting for me. for the past few
weeks we werent allow to go. upon
reaching there, we were ordered to
go inside the room to see grandpa.
first sight, mouth opened. i sat down,
fighting back tears but just couldnt. it
came flooding down. looking at grandpa,
all the memories with him came back...
the fondest memories of my beloved grandpa,
i reminisce the times where you took care
of me in kindergarden. everyday, you would
wait for me outside the school, after school
come to fetch me, and the porridge you used
to buy for me everyday without fail. as i
stepped into primary school, i stopped visiting
you until upper primary. and everytime we
went, you would give us a pack of apollo and
money. i knew it was your way of expressing
your love. your health started deteriorating
and every visit, i would see you sitting on that
sofa. during new year, i would ask myself, if
you felt bored. i never had the courage to talk
to you. i know you care because you told us
not to come as you are afraid that the germs
will get us sick. i regretted that i didnt get to
see you before death. now, i am filled with
regrets.
death could be so unpredictable.
"wake up! get changed! we are going
to grandpa's house." even though i
was in the state of blur, i knew what
was waiting for me. for the past few
weeks we werent allow to go. upon
reaching there, we were ordered to
go inside the room to see grandpa.
first sight, mouth opened. i sat down,
fighting back tears but just couldnt. it
came flooding down. looking at grandpa,
all the memories with him came back...
the fondest memories of my beloved grandpa,
i reminisce the times where you took care
of me in kindergarden. everyday, you would
wait for me outside the school, after school
come to fetch me, and the porridge you used
to buy for me everyday without fail. as i
stepped into primary school, i stopped visiting
you until upper primary. and everytime we
went, you would give us a pack of apollo and
money. i knew it was your way of expressing
your love. your health started deteriorating
and every visit, i would see you sitting on that
sofa. during new year, i would ask myself, if
you felt bored. i never had the courage to talk
to you. i know you care because you told us
not to come as you are afraid that the germs
will get us sick. i regretted that i didnt get to
see you before death. now, i am filled with
regrets.
death could be so unpredictable.