ngor hou xiong lei

Now everytime I see an old person, I think of you, grandpa. I wish so hard sometimes, that the old man would turn around and it’ll be you. And then it hits me that it will never ever be possible. And I think of you and how I’ll never ever get to see you again, and it kills me a little inside. A part of me has gone with you. And I think of how lucky that granddaughter is, to have her grandfather still with her. To be able to feel his wrinkly hands, topographed with veins, to be able to look into his eyes and hear his voice, to see his face crinkle up when he laughs. I am happy for you ah gong, I know wherever you are, you’re happy. I just miss you so much and wish I could have bought you one last chinese newspaper, one last 7-up, one last durian potong ice cream. Simple things like these could earn me a smile from you, but I’ll never see it again. Simple things like these could make you so happy, you’re such a sweetheart. It kills me to know that my children will never get to know a great man like you, would never be able to be loved the way you loved me, the way you spoilt me and bought me as many mechanical pencils as I want. Kills me to know that you will not be at my wedding, that we’re now one person short.But I am so glad you know that I am in University, even though you wont get to see me complete it. And I am so glad you were one of my first passengers when I passed my driving. I love you and i am eternally grateful and i cant wait to see you again. Till then, i’ll be missing you.

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