Lost.

That's what my family had been through for the last week.
Lost.
Indeed the most pathetic one.

No one could see this coming, but it happened out of a sudden.
When people were busy preparing for Chinese New Year, here we faced the most massive loss ever.

I can still remember heading back to my mum's hometown for Chinese New Year celebrations.
Words to describe me around 10 years ago. Hmm. All negative.
Rebellious, bossy, self-centred.
My parents used to spend an hour or 2 just to get me off the car.
Penang was my all, you see.
Being brought to a totally unfamiliar place, some just won't be obedient, but I know I overacted.

He would always sit by the entrance of the house, welcoming me with a warm smile.
And no matter how big I grow, he sees me as a little child.

I pretty much remember the very last time I saw him.
I drove mum to the hospital to check him out.
He was lying on the bed, smiling to us.
Well he couldn't really recognise me at first, as I said, he always thought I'm still a child.
Got to know me with a driving license, he looked at Grandma surprisingly, like he didn't know I'm already that big.
My mum asked him if he dared to let me drive him around for coffee, he shook his head, smiled.
Perhaps he knew that my skills weren't that good.

However, who knows that would be my regret?
I can never drive him around any more.

RIP, Grandpa.

(22.2.1934 - 12.1.2012)

-aLiCe_RawkXZ-