Attended grandpa's funeral on wednesday. So many thoughts were going through my mind ever since he passed away. How can a person be dead. How can a person who once lived be buried underneath now. How can death happen so sudden that this minute he was still talking and the next, he's sleeping forever. When I see him laying in the coffin, he don't look dead at all, all I saw was a sleeping man. A man who will wake up after he gets enough of rest. But deep down I know that I'm not facing the fact, yet.
He died of leukemia. He was suffering so much when he was still alive and there's nothing any of us can do to help him ease the pain. Even morphine doesn't help much. None of us can understand what he was going through, it was so painful till the point that he wanted to just leave.
But now, thinking on the brighter side, he is living a much better life somewhere now, at least free of pain. And now, I want to try my best to remember everything about him, his voice, his smell, his habit, his face, his favourite food and etc.
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Anyway, I think I will start blogging again:)
