Still
Yesterday (2nd May), morning. Woke up.
Afternoon, went to the beach with Sandy, Brandon and Ashley.
After that, dinner at home. Mom cooked my favourite dish.
Evening, watched episode 1-4 of Heroes, Volume 4.
10:31a.m. My grandfather died.
A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist. ~Stewart Alsop
So yes, I am sad now. The whole thing got me thinking bout lots of things. Like how short our life really is. Just the other day, I witnessed a car crash. Luckily, no one got injured or killed. Still, I do have a tingle in my heart that I can never see my grandfather again. Mostly, I'm angry that I can't remember much about him except for his face and that the thing that caused him so much agony in his final years was ciggarettes.
I have not seen my entire family from my dad's side gather like this in two years. How much things have changed. I remember way back when when my granddad would always go feed the fishes in the pond and I'd always tag along. And how he was taller or things like the chair in his old room that I like so much.
Life is like a blanket too short. You pull it up and your toes rebel, you yank it down and shivers meander about your shoulder; but cheerful folks manage to draw their knees up and pass a very comfortable night. ~Marion Howard
At first, when they let me into the room with his body, I was reluctant. When they showed me his face, I took it in quick that he seemed so peaceful as if he was sleeping. It was not until later when I came back in to offer a joss stick that I got a good look at his blanket covered body. No movement, at all. No rythmic rise of the breathing chess or the stretching movement of joints. He was really dead. And that's when everything hit me. I realized how little I remember of him, even though we lived under the same roof for over fifteen years.
Filled with a mixture of emotion, I went back home. Angry at my sister who could smile like nothing happened. Hated myself for remembering so little. Happy that my grandfather can pass on so peacefully. Sad that I'll never see him again at least, not until I join them all if I ever get the chance. Until then, I'll have to live on for the memories of all those who can't.
Life begin and ends with a single heartbeat. So while we still have the chance, lets make every moment of enjoying life begin with one as well. And when the beating stops, it is time to enjoy a good nights rest until we are reborn into the morning sun. -Ng Jun Xiang
Afternoon, went to the beach with Sandy, Brandon and Ashley.
After that, dinner at home. Mom cooked my favourite dish.
Evening, watched episode 1-4 of Heroes, Volume 4.
10:31a.m. My grandfather died.
A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist. ~Stewart Alsop
So yes, I am sad now. The whole thing got me thinking bout lots of things. Like how short our life really is. Just the other day, I witnessed a car crash. Luckily, no one got injured or killed. Still, I do have a tingle in my heart that I can never see my grandfather again. Mostly, I'm angry that I can't remember much about him except for his face and that the thing that caused him so much agony in his final years was ciggarettes.
I have not seen my entire family from my dad's side gather like this in two years. How much things have changed. I remember way back when when my granddad would always go feed the fishes in the pond and I'd always tag along. And how he was taller or things like the chair in his old room that I like so much.
Life is like a blanket too short. You pull it up and your toes rebel, you yank it down and shivers meander about your shoulder; but cheerful folks manage to draw their knees up and pass a very comfortable night. ~Marion Howard
At first, when they let me into the room with his body, I was reluctant. When they showed me his face, I took it in quick that he seemed so peaceful as if he was sleeping. It was not until later when I came back in to offer a joss stick that I got a good look at his blanket covered body. No movement, at all. No rythmic rise of the breathing chess or the stretching movement of joints. He was really dead. And that's when everything hit me. I realized how little I remember of him, even though we lived under the same roof for over fifteen years.
Filled with a mixture of emotion, I went back home. Angry at my sister who could smile like nothing happened. Hated myself for remembering so little. Happy that my grandfather can pass on so peacefully. Sad that I'll never see him again at least, not until I join them all if I ever get the chance. Until then, I'll have to live on for the memories of all those who can't.
Life begin and ends with a single heartbeat. So while we still have the chance, lets make every moment of enjoying life begin with one as well. And when the beating stops, it is time to enjoy a good nights rest until we are reborn into the morning sun. -Ng Jun Xiang
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