Your hero has fallen

Fallen of another Great one, my grandpa.

It seems that as you grow, someone has to go to prove that you are growing.
Painful but hard truth.

Visited him few days ago, along with my little nephew, QFeng and mother.
I never expected that the first visit will turns into the last and only one.

Think this gonna be painful for my mother.
One after another, the man in her world.
I should've knew it earlier.
As there is no advice from doctor, or simply,
mother refuses to tell me what've doctor said,
as a way to consciously deny the consequence that everyone not wanted to have.

I think I've sensed that yesterday night.
As in, out of no reason, I stayed in cyber cafe,
from the night till morning, spending time alone.
This is rare.
I wonder too why I never wanted to go back.

Grateful for my mother, at least her decision to "jaga" my grandpa yesterday night is right.
She get to accompany her father till the last of his breath.
Grandpa would've feel grateful too.

One thing that I remember clearly about my grandpa is,
although he is not working, but he maintains to gave us RM20 as angpau money,
consistently, since small until now.
It might be little in other eyes,
but it like treasure for me.
His ang pau is the one that I anticipated most.
And now I can no longer get one.
I know what he means.
He urges me to move on my life, and get one for myself.
That I shouldn't be a small kid that keeps asking ang pau from others,
but making fortune for myself, with my bare hand.

I admired him, from the way he contributed to the earth too.
He never drove, but only ride bicycle in Banting.
He was strong and tough, but a fall ends the story of his life.
He might has a full stop in his life, but we all know that he leaves something that time can never
wash away - the memory, and we live not in the pain of grief but hold his hand of memory,
continue the pathway that once he had walk, and we move on.