In the memory of love..

Grandpa just passed away last week, due to the accident, he climb on a tree and fall down from it. Just a few minutes and he have left us to the heaven..

he was very healthy all the time when i saw him even though he is 83 years old this year, perhaps the fresh air in the rural place, do contribute a lot for him and my grandma :)

During the funeral, it is a routine for me to look at his face in the coffin, and i notice that i never watch at him at this close when he is still alive..my mind went blank whenever i looked at the body in the coffin. "is this my grandpa?"

Grandpa doesn't speak much all the time, but he use his action to show how he love us, i remember that he used to bring me around with his motor, he used to scold us when we running inside the house, he always brought a lots of food at the only pasar malam on Monday for us, we are the 1st few grandchildren who always kacau our grandparent during our holidays by taking train to Bekok, oh my..childhood memory attack :)

It was the 1st time i giving angpau to my grandparent, and the last to my grandpa as well :(

and now, grandpa has left grandma for her own after 60 years of marriage...

during the memorial service, pastor, relatives and friends do share their testimonial toward grandpa, "he was the quiet one, but he contribute a lots in church" , "they were the 1st Christian family at Bekok who has pass it on this religion to his grandchildren as well..." it is so warm to hear about this, i know grandpa really hopes that all of us become Christian.. even grandma said:" children, please don't be sad, he is sent back to the heaven now.." 

However, sadness is overwhelm all over me now, i have no mood to talk, to work, to entertain people and choose to stay in the house without asking people out..i think i still need some time to chase my sadness away..but hopefully it won't be a long one... :(

Grandpa, RIP. we shall meet in the heaven one day...