It’s the 22nd of June today… I mean the day I wrote this blog… It’s my birthday… I received text massages and calls from my closes friends… the truth is I didn’t realized about my birthday until a friend of mine called singing me a happy birthday song with her housemate… only then I remember… my mind was else where… I was in Mersing at the time… sitting in that old big house and reminiscing… I miss you grandpa… this big old house seems so empty without your presence… This is the worst birthday ever… then again to me it’s just another number… but thanks for those who remember… I appreciate all your wishes….
My beloved Grandpa just pasted away before my birthday… I was really sad… but my eyes couldn’t cry… but my heart is pouring… I just can’t believe he’s gone…
2 weeks earlier, I was in Mersing when he was sick and was admitted to the hospital… by the time my family decided to bring him home… he was already showing signs of recovery… the last time I saw him… I give him a massage and kiss him on the chick and give him a little hug… I said that I’ll be back to visit again… and that was the last time I heard his voice…
When I received news that he was gone… I was shock in this believe… I didn’t cry then… just that my heart and my mind are filled with uncertain feelings… An old Chinese saying goes “You wouldn’t cry… until you see the coffin” but I didn’t cry… even when I saw His body in front of me… when the body was being put in the coffin… when the coffin finally ascends underground… or even when people pour sand to cover the coffin and making the grave… I was one of them… holding a shovel in my hand…
I miss you grandpa… Miss your story of the Japanese and life of people back then during the Japanese occupation… wisdom you’d shared… tricks you’ve shown…. Stories of your childhood and stories of how the family first comes to Mersing… I miss all that and more…
I pray to God that you are in a better place… Al- fatihah…
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