the man who hold my hand when i was young.....

things that cannot be said too fast. 

In my previous article, i happened to mentioned about marriage and funeral. Not long ago, someone closed to me went on a long holiday trip that does not have a return ticket. It was devastating as he was someone that took care of me when i was in pre-school. I only had memories of him then, followed on was bits and pieces of memories and misfortune befall him that he was unable to participate in our growing up process. Because, if he does, he is definitely the best grandpa i ever had. I might be closer to my grandparents which i always wished to......

memories that was intact all long... he will send me and picked me up when i was in pre-school, although it was a very short walking distance to the coffeeshop, he will want to do so instead of my dad. Then he will buy me fishballs after my school and i will accompanied him back to his house where he does his work. I remembered the room full of coffee beans, coffee powder on the floor and the huge coffee grinder. Perhaps thats the reason why our coffee is the best! Misfortune came when i haven even finished my pre-school and memories stopped there.... because he was unable to accompany me to school and teach me more things.....

my mum always says : "we (grandchildren) are the reason why he is hanging on for so long despite the pain that he has to go through". He was a man that took great care of his family, making sure his children are of good character and quality and making sure the grandchildren are well taken care of. 

I missed him when he is able to hold my hand and pick me after school..........................

i take back my word! i rather attend a happy occasion where it might not bears any meaning than to attend a sad occasion that is full of memories....

he was a good man!