Last few days, I received a text message from a friend. It stated that his grandpa had gone. Hearing this, I was awake and keep on thinking. Grandpa....
In my life I don't even get to feel the care of a person called grandpa. What I remember was the memory whereby I was just a kid, maybe 4 years old. I remember that I will went to my grandpa's house which was just beside my home at that time. Sitting down on the chair was my grandpa who look skinny, and lifeless. I used to help bring a small pack of powder "cap kaki tiga" and pour it into a cup of water before I hand it over to my grandpa. I will look at him before I go. I don't know why. I can't remember the actually thing happen when my grandpa passed away that time. My mum said that when my grandpa died that time, I was not afraid but just looking at him. Ya.. I remember that. I just remember that I look at him without words. The next thing I remember that I cried when I am not allowed to follow the "black parade". That time I remember I wore a white T-shirt.
I wonder again. Am I sad at that time or am I too young to know the meaning of dying. What I know at that time he was my only grandpa and he leaved me after few years I came to this world. I have no other memory of my dad's father as he passed away when my dad was a teenager. In the end, I grew up without grandpa. At least I was better than my little brother who have no memory of grandpa at all.
When think of it, I actually understand why I look at my grandpa before I go away. It is because I care of him. That is why I will always go and see him, where he will always be there, sitting alone on the chair. As I grew up, I learn that every human will die one day. But, that was not the end of them but it was the beginning of their new life. After years of living from young and then grew old, facing problem, being happy on many occasions, suffering due to sickness and injury and others, in the end they will back to the hand of the God. It was a life cycle. Then we need to learn, to let go of them when time have come and pray that they will be rebirth and born in a good family.
Rest In Peace Grandpa...
In my life I don't even get to feel the care of a person called grandpa. What I remember was the memory whereby I was just a kid, maybe 4 years old. I remember that I will went to my grandpa's house which was just beside my home at that time. Sitting down on the chair was my grandpa who look skinny, and lifeless. I used to help bring a small pack of powder "cap kaki tiga" and pour it into a cup of water before I hand it over to my grandpa. I will look at him before I go. I don't know why. I can't remember the actually thing happen when my grandpa passed away that time. My mum said that when my grandpa died that time, I was not afraid but just looking at him. Ya.. I remember that. I just remember that I look at him without words. The next thing I remember that I cried when I am not allowed to follow the "black parade". That time I remember I wore a white T-shirt.
I wonder again. Am I sad at that time or am I too young to know the meaning of dying. What I know at that time he was my only grandpa and he leaved me after few years I came to this world. I have no other memory of my dad's father as he passed away when my dad was a teenager. In the end, I grew up without grandpa. At least I was better than my little brother who have no memory of grandpa at all.
When think of it, I actually understand why I look at my grandpa before I go away. It is because I care of him. That is why I will always go and see him, where he will always be there, sitting alone on the chair. As I grew up, I learn that every human will die one day. But, that was not the end of them but it was the beginning of their new life. After years of living from young and then grew old, facing problem, being happy on many occasions, suffering due to sickness and injury and others, in the end they will back to the hand of the God. It was a life cycle. Then we need to learn, to let go of them when time have come and pray that they will be rebirth and born in a good family.
Rest In Peace Grandpa...
Poem title : My Last VisitP/s: This post is dedicated to my friend. Be strong and take care...
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