I remember when i was little, i always went to my Gran's house with my mum. And every time i got there, the first thing i did is to run over to the grocery shop and buy Mamee. When i came back, i'd sit on the chair beside my grandad and watch him sleeping.
Sometimes he'd stir. And next, he'd wake up and stuff a ten ringgit bill into my hand and ask me to buy myself an ice-cream. Of course i'd say no to him and refuse to take those money. He'd be angry and get up to buy me one himself. I can still remember the vivid image of him walking slowly, mumbling something i couldnt hear. He used to tease my cousin and i about our long hair. And he used to call my gran some weird names and laughed at her.
But in these years, after they'd moved into an apartment, all that he'd do is lying on bed, moaning in pain.
Just a few hours ago, my mum received a phone call and she went out. I didnt follow, for i knew i couldnt handle the situation. I saw him just a few days ago, my heart aches. I didnt know what could i say or do. Watching him lying in bed, mumbling words that i couldnt understand makes everything feel wrong. He should be happily teasing my hair, he should be buying me junk food, he should be making routine conversation, he should be doing whatever he did. But he seemed so helpless. He wouldnt let anyone touch him because he'd groan in pain.
Have you ever wanted to do something so much, but all that you can do is nothing, nothing at all? The pain is... unbearable.
Mum just ringed me and said, he's gone.
After he'd been suffering from these torturous pain for so many days and nights, i thanked God, for grandad doesnt have to suffer anymore. It must be a good thing for him to be able to get away.
He may not be the best man in the world, but he's good enough to be a dad and a grandad. Granny had been with him all along, and that's what love truly is.
Goodbye, i know you'll be watching and laughing at us up there.
We love you. :')
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