My maternal grandpa passed away last evening at around 7pm. He had gone quietly in his sleep and no one was by his side. He lived till the ripe old age of 85 and left behind an army of children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
I was attending an IPT session then and only got the news from Rachel at around 9pm, after I booked out of Khatib camp. I then drove down to my grandparents’ place in Ang Mo Kio after picking up Rachel.
My parents, sister and the rest of my relatives were already there. Rachel and I were among the last to arrive.
My grandpa was already been bed-ridden a month back. The doctor had told us back then that he only had around a week more to live. Naively, I had hung on to the hope that my grandpa will be able to last till June to at least witness my wedding.
Goodbye grandpa, thanks for the memories.
I will always remember the fun times I had helping out at my grandpa’s provision shop and staying over during weekends and school holidays with my many cousins.