Till now, i'm still saddened by the fact that ah gong has left us...

i thought i'm ok but i guess it's not easy this time.. maybe my other grandma and grandpa left us when i have not fully realised the meaning of life..

Images of him wearing his favourite yellow sunglasses.. and his hat.. sitting at the coffeeshop.. talking to his frens.. reading 'zao bao'.. still fresh on my mind...

ah gong... "the man of an extended family".. he was a stern man when i was small... no one dares talk when he start to scold.. and his voice.. so loud that even the neighbours can hear him..

Slowly, he put down his amour and seeing him so happy with his great-grandchildren.. ask how we are doing and about our work.. and esp when he will shake hand with J whenever we go visit him... we are blessed to be the last wedding that he is around to witness.. then, he was still strong but can tell that he's not at pink of health like before.. usually he will leave early during the wedding dinner and it's nice that he actually stayed thru the whole event... we have a photo of him and us at the ballroom entrance.. and i will always remember..
Couple of times, my father in law will ask.. 'so how your grandpa managed to maintain good health'.. and i will reply with pride that he will have toast bread with butter every morning... that is what i remember him when we were much younger.. scrapping the over-toasted bread.. with butter.. and as i was talking to my mum that day, she reminded me that ah gong will make himself a cup of milo in the afternoon.. trying not to spill it and finally bring it to the living room and enjoy the afternoon teabreak..

In this 7 years at that old terrace house.. we lost ah ma, gu gu and ah gong... sad but as what Joy says, it's fond memories that we will keep forever..