it had been a week.
memories still fresh in my mind.
i never know what is it to feel like to
lost a kin.
but now,
i know.
it wasnt easy,
at all.
illness took a turn for the worse.
grandpa seem to had a feeling that battle was reaching its end,
when he finally succumbed.
He left.
i was very happy when he called my name,
asking whether did i had my meals.
but that was the very last time i heard it.
i was very happy when he said yes
when he still remember who am i;
but that was the very last time i heard it.
i was very happy when he randomly says ” hiam ” (spicy in dialect)
when everyone was guessing what is the taste of the medicine.
all of us burst into laughters.
but that was the very last time i heard it.
whenever i returned home, he will walked to the door with a smile.
grandpa was good at making ” wu xiang “, especially cny, i get to eat it.
it was awesome.
grandpa will walked around the house with stack of angpow after our reunion dinner.
but little did i know, this year was the last cny that i spent with him.
holding onto the death cert of grandpa,
sent grandpa’s very last journey,
the empty room,
that was when i know;
i have to accept the fact.
爷爷， i miss you.
