Rest In Peace, Grandpa..

I am sick the whole day. The signs were there the whole day yesterday. Cracked voice, rising temperature, weakening limbs. And true enough, this morning I was down with fever, went to clinic and get a bucketful of medicine enough to last me till kingdom come. Had a good sleep after taking the medicine. It must be because of the drugs, but who cares, coz I did not get a good quality sleep last night due to continuous bout of coughing and cursing in between.

This morning, I received a sad news from home. Grandpa Wong passed away after battling with stomach cancer for 1 year. I was a bit numb when I received the news, because I haven't seen him for quite some time, around 5 or six years I guessed. The last time I saw him was when I visited him with my late father. Grandpa Wong was one of my maternal grandma's younger brothers, and my father was very close to him. I know, because my dad used to visit him quite regularly, and during this many trips, he would brought me along too. Among all my gramps, I will always remember him as the most cheerful one, always looking on the bright side of things, though he can be quiet at times.

According to my Uncle Johnny, he had been suffering from the illness over a year ago. He refused to undergo chemotherapy or further treatment, prefering to just let it be. "I am old already, whatever happens after this will happen," was what my uncle said to my uncles and aunts at that time. Perhaps knowing that his time will ultimately come, he chose to embrace whatever fate that might awaits him. But taking medicine for one whole year took a toll on his heart and he passed away peacefully last night.

A toast of love then, to Grandpa Wong, for all the happy memories, kind gestures and words of encouragement, encouraging smile and an unlimited source of love, and most of all, for being there for dad and me all the time.

Que sera, sera, Grandpa. Send all my love to Pa. We will talk more again when we see each other in heaven. Rest in peace.