The wake is over but the baggage of thoughts and feelings still remain. Though I wasn't exactly close to my grandfather, still I missed him. We visited him on his last night, and upon seeing him with the respirator, taking in each breath as though the it was his last, I was consumed with fear that he'd really go. And he did 6hrs after we left. Those last moments cant seem to leave my mind. He smiled whenever my mum asked if he could recognize her. He even tried to take the respirator off his mouth so that he could talk. But he couldn't, cuz that'll definitely take him away sooner. I wonder what were his last words...

His serene smile made everything seem so peaceful... I begin to regret why haven't I spent a little more time with him. Sigh.

They cremated him this morning. I hope he is happy, whereever he is now.

I wish I will never have to go to the crematorium again.

Separation is painful. Especially perpetual ones. I just wish I don't have to say good-bye.