Heartbroken
I remember missing my Grandpa's last one year ago. I never asked, never probed about what actually happened. I recall just arriving at the hospital alone, stoned, and just being swept along the flow of everything.
Came across
this post in my sister's blog. Out of the 3 of us, she was the only one who was there at my Grandpa's last.
Finally, I knew what it was like. And it made me cry. I cried reading her post. It was like back to 12th January 2007, when I was running all the way to the hospital in the rain.
Tears or raindrop, I could no longer decipher.
Gong gong, we love you. We really do.
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