with an aging population,
more and more funerals can be seen at the void decks,
especially in my neighbourhood.
currently there's one opposite my block,
awaiting to set off for cremation.
i was standing by the window last night,
observing as they were burning the incense papers.
many things came to my mind at that time,
especially the funeral of my grandfather that took place only 4 months ago.
the image of his lifeless body,
is still vividly etched in my memory.
everything happened too quickly;
mummy and aunt sent him to the hospital's A&E on that fateful morning,
and that was the last i ever see him again.
i wanted so much to rush to the hospital,
but being sick at that very crucial moment (together with the strict H1N1's preventive measures taking place), there's nothing i can do other than to wait for the phone calls at home.
every second passes as if the world is going to collapse anytime.
anxiety, and more anxiety.
i've never felt so much of an anxiety in my life.
and finally, that dreadful call came.
my heart stopped.
he's gone.
nobody expected him to leave us just like that,
and until now,
i'm still sadden over his demise.
i miss him so much.
what really disappoint me is,
throughout these years when grandfather is going through a hard time,
the daughters are the only ones doing their part,
ensuring that he is in great hands,
and that he's not alone in this world.
what's the point of having a grandson who specialises in the medical field,
yet NOT EVEN ONCE visited grandfather in the hospital and asked about his conditions?
what a 'filial' grandson indeed.
i despise such a person.
not to mention his parents,
they are of the worse lot.
its a shame to have such people in the family.
anyhow,
ever since this tragedy took place,
i've learnt to treasure the people and things around me.
life is unpredictable, and anything can just happen without you knowing it.
love the people around you;
except the ones who doesnt deserve it. :x
