Back to Mersing, Back from Mersing

I just got back from Mersing… Grandpa was sick… I got back as soon as I heard the news… when first I arrived at the hospital grandpa was okay… when he saw me he could still recognize me even in that condition… I thought then, grandpa would be okay because it would be as usual… after a while he would get better… but latter the next morning… grandpa was in critical condition… I was sad seeing grandpa that way… but I can’t cry…
From morning till night I was at the hospital… and grandpa’s condition was becoming worst… the doctor said that grandpa’s chance was 50/50… all of us had prepared for the worst… I didn’t cry when my entire relative was crying after grandpa was in a very critical shape… until my father sad beside grandpa and whisper the ‘syahada’ to grandpa ears… my eyes suddenly had fallen with tears… I was imagining that grandpa was dad and my dad was me…
That moment, I really thought that grandpa was going to met God… after grandpa was a bit okay… my uncle suggested that we bring grandpa home since nothing the hospital could do… after arriving home, grandpa’s condition had change from worst to better… my first time seeing a miracle in front of my eyes… its God willing…
I stay up late at night beside grandpa… watching over him… just in case if something happened… I would always watch if he is still breathing or not… after a few days… grandpa was getting better and better… I was relief… and thankful to God…
I love grandpa so much… he’s 85 years old this year… grandma was gone a few years before I was born… so I never had the chance to meet her… I only saw a picture of grandma… after 7 kids… 40 grand children and 15 great grand children… I think to myself that he has a great life and never alone…
Back in the days when he was healthy… he traveled a lot with my auntie and cousin… he been places I never been yet… even at the age of 85… my grandpa could still ride his mountain bike to Pekan Endau that is 6km from home…
I always expected that he would live until a hundred… because most of my grandpa’s siblings and relative life until a hundred… few years back, grandpa’s aunt die… she lived in front of grandpa’s house and she was 104 years old when she died…
I hope and pray to God that grandpa would live till a hundred… because I want my kids to know and see their great grand father… -amin-