feed the tree
probably i need to blog this down before the feeling went away.
still tired. cant hardly keep my eyes awake during work time. guess the funeral is putting its toll on me. i did cry in the end, a little, even though i told myself not to. after all at the ripe old age of 94, me grandad has seen enough, hear enough, experience enough. and its a relief for himself and my uncles and aunties too. the illness and the subsequent fall has put enough pressure on me youngest uncle. but yet the love for his dad made him travel from house to the ward to work and back. cant say much about the rest though. dirty laundry better stayed indoors i suppose.
but yet, in a rather serene manner, my sister and i shared the same vivid memory of my grandad. that one time when he, on a whim i suppose, took us out for tea with me late grandma. and the most funny thing is that me and my sis got chased by a really huge black dog, and me grandad, for the love that he had for us, chased after the dog with a huge stick. that sort of imprinted into our young minds.
nevertheless, the impact still hits me days after the whole thing ended. being senile, he cant even remember who i am everytime i pay him a visit. makes me sad that thats not how i remembered him.
but thats how life is and will be.
still tired. cant hardly keep my eyes awake during work time. guess the funeral is putting its toll on me. i did cry in the end, a little, even though i told myself not to. after all at the ripe old age of 94, me grandad has seen enough, hear enough, experience enough. and its a relief for himself and my uncles and aunties too. the illness and the subsequent fall has put enough pressure on me youngest uncle. but yet the love for his dad made him travel from house to the ward to work and back. cant say much about the rest though. dirty laundry better stayed indoors i suppose.
but yet, in a rather serene manner, my sister and i shared the same vivid memory of my grandad. that one time when he, on a whim i suppose, took us out for tea with me late grandma. and the most funny thing is that me and my sis got chased by a really huge black dog, and me grandad, for the love that he had for us, chased after the dog with a huge stick. that sort of imprinted into our young minds.
nevertheless, the impact still hits me days after the whole thing ended. being senile, he cant even remember who i am everytime i pay him a visit. makes me sad that thats not how i remembered him.
but thats how life is and will be.