hmmmmm... maybe i have to "correct" my previous blog... wahahhaha... the soccer camp had changed to "funeral camp"... my grandpa passed away... on 08/10... 1250pm... Ye Ye (that's what i greet him), Rest In Peace...
i still remember on Friday, the day we were supposed to celebrate Shi Ya's birthday... i received a sms from my mum to call back home since it's urgent. I called her, and found out that my grandpa "doesn't has much longer to live"... i dunno how i felt then, cos he's always been sick and poor in health... my mum and i den rush to the hospital... on the way, i kept asking her if he was "really going" soon... and my mum wasn't sure herself, but my brother had called and told us to hurry, he said, "Ye ye cannot make it, yeye cannot make it"... i wasn't that worried at that time... i always thought that my grandpa's gonna be alright, since he was a "regular customer" of the hospital... and i wondered what will happen if he really passed away... my mum said i wouldn't be able to go for my soccer camp, moreover to celebrate Shi Ya's birthday... Finally, we reached the hospital... the moment i set my eyes on my grandpa, the i heard the doctor say "he's heart has stopped beating completely..." IT WAS ALL SO SUDDEN... i looked at my grandpa, he looked like he was sleeping... but i could still he's stomach moving up and down, doesn't that meant that he's still breathing? but after a while, when the doctor instructed the nurses to remove all those medical equipments, he's stomach slowly stopped moving up and down... my uncles and aunties were all crying and like holding on to him... it was the 1st time i've ever seen so many adults cry before me, furthermore, it was people that i know, whom i never once seen them sad at all before... i wasn't crying at 1st, instead, i think it was the overwhelming feeling of seeing people cry that makes me start to cry too... however, it was weird, since only my right eye was flowing with tears, and my left eye was like normal and dry...
seconds later, one of my aunt rushed in... and was crying real hard... she was late by just a few seconds... after a while, she cried out, "the lift door refused to close, it refused to close..." moments later, when we were out of the room, my aunties discuss about it... it seems that it was fate... that auntie who arrived a few seconds late... she wasn't fated to see my grandpa breathed he's last...(one of my aunt said "she was never the one whom father had pampered, from young till now... she was never fated to be with him") on the other hand, my mother and i seemed like the ones whom my grandpa had been waiting for... he left this world right after we arrived... but my mum was terrified... apparently, becos as soon as we arrived, grandpa passed away... was he waiting for us actually? hmmm... anyway... i felt really sad for that aunt... she was really crying real hard... and seeing her cry makes me cry too...
the day went on with my uncles and aunties planning for the funeral... and that day, was the day that i've seen so many people crying... my uncles especially, were crying so hard, i have to say, like babies... not that it's wrong of them to cry... but seeing men cry makes it more easier for me to cry... >_<" i saw my father... he was also crying real hard... he's eyes red and watery... not only that, whenever we took some last look at grandpa, my father's expression changed into a really sad face... a face that i thought i'd only see in cinemas... a face that only upon looking at it, anyone would cry too...
thinking about it...
someone has lost a husband,
someone has lost a father,
someone has lost a grandfather,
someone has lost a cousin,
someone has lost a friend...
for me... there weren't much memories of my grandpa... except that i used to stay at his house often when i was younger... i never really talk to him, except to greet him whenever i see him... i thought of what difference it will make to my life... and it seems, it just meant greeting someone lesser, never to see him wobbling out of his room to the living room anymore, never to see him injecting himself with insulin for his diabetes anymore, and never to see him on every chinese new year anymore... well, that's maybe for me, his grandchild... for someone else, perhaps it meant a different thing... like his wife, son, or daughter-in-law... in which, whenever i think of my grandma having to sleep alone... would she ever get use to sleeping alone... after so many decades of marriage and having a husband by her side... i know i wouldn't.