I always thought my grandfather was the big, strong and sturdy guy who cycled everyday, who complained all the time about food and anything else, who plopped himself on the plastic chair watching taiwan serials every afternoon, who bullied yukio since he was a puppy, who sent me to and back from school when I was a kid, who bought me sweets and food…

Yesterday, he laid there in the hospital bed with the so many machines that were helping him stay with us. He didn’t look like the grandfather I knew, so small and frail. It tore my heart apart just to look at him. Even his breathing needed aid.

Now I know he’s free, from all the scary machines and tubes, from all pain and suffering. Finally being able to reunite with my grandmother, I’m sure he’s happy at the better world he’s at now. You are dearly missed. Rest in peace, ah gong.

till we meet again;
clarice