My grandma

Life is so unpredictable.. I still can remember how she called out to me... ask me to bring her home at the hospital... ask me to buy stuff for her to eat...say that she would love to come to my wedding... to come see my new house...

You know, things happen so suddenly.. up to this moment of time.. i CANNOT accept... i do not understand why its so unfair.. she is still so young to pass away...

Its just a stupid little wound.. i do not know why it become a wound that is so fatal..that can take away the life of my beloved grandma... ;(

Well..blame it on pple who refuse to take care of her in the first place...blame it on those who claimed to say the mum is his.. no one is to touch..

i believe this guy will be tortured consciously for the rest of his cursed life... i can never forgive such pple...

I cried very very hard.. on the last day of the funeral..till i nearly broke down..i just couldnt control....i never ever experience such pain, such sadness..even when i am typing all these.. my tears keep rolling down, hard to control...

All these months, i have been visiting her...making extra efforts to spend time with her..to cheer her up, to make her feel the love ard her

Even though it may mean travelling further, going the extra mile.. i do not hesitate to go.. Why did i do all these... I wanted her to have the will to live on..to live to see me getting married...i really hope so... to bring her to my house....

Well... it came too fast..and unexpected.. caught me totally off guard...