it was raining when grandpa was admitted into the HDU...
we went to visit him, only to see that he was breathing heavily... he was struggling to live. the day he passed away, we were not there. well, my mum says he had a good life. so its fair enough to let him go now instead of living painfully, waiting for death. he was thinner than my grandma used to. i shivered abit when i saw his body in the coffin. when i heard the news yday, i cried in the office. The irony thing is, i was not crying that grandpa left. i was worried abt my mum. she might look strong in the front, in fact, she cried 3-4 times yday. and all those memories abt my grandma n godgrandpa came back that i just weeped... well, that was yday... later going to the funeral again to help out. its gonna last 5 days i think. i cannot imagine when the day come where my grandpa is going to be on a van and my mum will be weeping all the way... haiz... gotta go le... cya