My paternal grandma passed away last thursday evening peacefully in her sleep.
I was never close to ah-ma at any point in the twenty years of my life, but I can’t stop crying when all of us sent her off for the last time yesterday. It just really pains me to see my dad failed to stay upbeat despite trying, and breakdown in tears. I also began to wonder about mine and my parents’ mortality; one day, I would have to be responsible for such things.
The only good thing is that, the relationship between mum and I have improved. Now I need to get my acts together, start on my school works and stop dwelling on that moment when the casket enters the furnace.
