Monday, June 19, 2006

The Irony Of It All

Sunday came and went just like a dream..not because i had to work the next day..suddenly, things like that seem so minor.

It was father's day but it was the day my grandpa passed away. He, who took care of me since i was small until i was primary 5 or 6..and i wasn't there when he breathed his last..my uncle told me that it doesn't matter cuz he was unconcious anyway but it does matter..selfish as it may sound, it matters to me..at least i would have gotten to say my final farewell..I told myself i wouldn't cry but i still did. I'm too emotional, too weak..i thought i could distract myself by going for my team's football match but i was more a distraction than helpful to the team's cause. In the end, i spent the rest of the night at the beach with ning until 2a.m. just letting the warm sea breeze blow against my battered spirit..i cannot thank her enough for being there for me even when she was so obviously more exhausted than i was (don't blame yourself for anything..i'm still proud of you my dear). My only comfort now is that he is now in a better place than you and i..where God will watch over him forever. To you i say, you don't need to know how good a person he was or what he had done for me, what's important is that he was a grandpa and always will be to me. Yes, it was father's day but it was also the day my grandpa passed away..

Ah gong bye bye..

Rest In Peace and God Bless!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

reading your entry reminds me so much abt my dad. be strong ya? it's hard i know, cos i've been thru it and similarly, i wasn't there when he left.

but like what u said, ur grandpa, my dad.. are all at a better place now. *hugs*

Anonymous said...

thanks leen..