It had been 1.5 years since he is gone, but everything feels so recent.. I remembered he like KFC and ice cream, he scrimped and save on himself and spent on the others, his welcoming smile when he saw us.

Sometimes, I regretted not visiting him enough while he's alive. Taking studies, projects, exams, what-so-ever as an excuse. And next thing I know, he's lying on a hospital bed. During his last days, he told me he saw something which I couldn't see. It really scared me and this was telling me his days are up soon. We refused to tell our grandma about his condition back then, lying to her he went to some dinner when we had a gathering and so...

And I believe the second time my grandma saw him in the hospital was the day my granddaddy left us. After months in hospital, transferring from ICU to normal ward and back again, we were standing in the quiet room with him on the bed. Everyone of us, his children and grandchildren surrounded him. From a 'normal' heartbeat due to medication and machines, to a heartbeat of his own.. Where he held on, fortunately, my grandma was able to make it on time, and my uncle asked him to leave without worries. I guess it really got through to him and he let go with his heartbeat dropping fast...

And I lost my granddad to Appendicitis..

Next thing I remembered was his funeral... Although he was gone, during this period, our (whole family) ties strengthened..

And his last tour: Around Holland Drive and into Holland Village