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Sunday, April 02, 2006
Misfortune>
My grandpa, my mother’s father passed away on Thursday. I didn’t have the opportunity to see him, for saying the last goodbye. My mum was the only one among the four daughters and sons around when he stopped breathing, my uncle, mum’s younger brother, who works in another city flew back on the day. It was a gloomy day.
Grandpa died after three-day deep coma, nothing can summon him back, the last sound he made was to answer my cousin, and the last drop of tear fell down after my mum’s touch on his face. I called my grandma outside my office, in a deep depression, she’s crying, and repeating one sentence which is telling me my grandpa is no long around us. I held my tears and go back to work, still, need to smile for colleagues’ jokes.
Perhaps I was the only one who is supposed to be present in the funeral but actually absent. I feel sorry to my grandpa. Such a nice man, who taught me to be a true man, now is at somewhere I can’t reach.
I miss him.
1 Comments:
i've never seen my grandparents before, except for my mum's mum. there were only photos, & even that, didn't cover all of them. that day at the temple, was the first time i saw a picture of my dad's dad. it feels funny, like i never had an identity until i really know my roots. u're a very lucky girl. u have a family and u love them. that's valuable. :)
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