Monday, July 23, 2012
19th July 2012
...is the saddest day in my life.
He used to work long hours as lorry driver for a rubber factory. He earns few hundreds a month, supporting his 4 children to school. He had a very bad temper but he never once losses his temper on me. I remember waiting for him at the living room every evening. He would come back on his motorbike with strong odor from the rubber factory. I jumped in joy when I heard the creaking sound of the gate. Then he walked in with a small, red plastic bag with my ice cream in it. Sometimes he would buy kampung chicken eggs for me when his work took him out of town. On his day off, he would take me to kopitiam for breakfast. He would pour the coffee on the saucer for me. He said the hot coffee would cool off much faster that way. I lived with him for 17 years, until I left home for college.
He's my beloved grandfather and he passed away on 19th July at age 84. No words could describe the loss that I'm feeling.