For Grampa.

[coolerthanthou]

Everything is still very clear in my mind now.
That very night, what exactly happened in front of my eyes, and how everything ended.

I still can clearly remember how I shouted and shouted for him, to wake up and to wait.
I still can clearly remember how everything went that very night.

Grampa is in a better place, now.
A place where no illnesses can ever get to him.
A place where he'll never ever suffer from his illnesses.
A place where he'll never see doctors and nurses, ever again.
A place where he doesn't have to have jabs everyday.
A place where he'll never ever suffer again.

He's always smiling, whenever we return to visit him, during occasions like CNYs, and other events, and also for some special reasons or smth, return to have dinner with my gramps.
He'll always remember me and my brother, always taking food, and putting it into our bowls, and always being scolded by my gramma, because he'll accidentally drip some sauce over the other dishes, and he'll just shrug it off, because he is sure that we got the food.

I still remember how I was panicking and crying when I was so much younger, going to him, asking him to teach me how to write my chinese name, because I never knew how it looked like, not to mention writing it.
I still remember how he held my little hand and wrote my chinese name with it, until I can write it out on my own.
I still remember how patient he was when he was teaching me how to ride a bicycle.
I still remember how he smiled at me, when I finally was able to ride my bicycle and was shouting to him, gloating to him with my success. 
I still remember that when I was still in primary school, he'll always walk me to school, until I'm in primary four, and because we moved out.
I still remember that he would bring food for me during recess, and how I would always asked him to go home very quickly because I don't want him to be there to look at me, when i'm eating.
I still remember each and every time he would bring me and my brother down for ice creams before he got stroke and couldn't really walk.
I still remember the amount of time we need to wait at the door, before he got stoke that is, for him to get to the door and open it for us.
I still remember all those times we spent together.

He was the one who taught me the dialect that everyone was praising me with, as teochew is the only language he is able to converse with other people in.
He was the one who groomed me, into one who can accept chinese operas, and being able to understand them.
He was the one who brought me up with chinese tea, red dates, and peanuts.

Like what R have said, he isn't gone. Physically maybe but he's still somewhere with me.
I know, he's forever living in a very special corner of my heart. For forever and ever.

I really couldn't help, but to keep thinking;
It must've been really difficult for Gramma; He was her husband, her loved one, her everything, I must say.

Grampa will be missed. I don't know about the rest, but I will definitely miss him.
I'll always remember you, Grampa.

公公，走好啊!