On my way, I called home, asking for my grandpa condition. My mum answered the phone and she told me that he need an operation but none of his sons and daughters were there to sign the form (Chen... what form aaa????). Aunty K supposed to be with him but she didnt come after Aunty M went back early in the morning. I was surprised with that... and feel like want to 'bzt bzt' them... (29th July 2005 - good thing they didnt operate him. Specialist said he is very weak for that... he might left us earlier)
My actual plan is
I saw lot of my family members... I thought they want to visit my grandpa but why so many???? Then, Uncle R told me that Aunty R is in coma. Instead of visiting my grandpa, I went to the female ward to give my last respects to Aunty R. I saw her husband and her kids sitting around her... While waiting for her Form 3 son from school... her daughter packed all her belonging. She doesn't has much time left. I can't imagine the family member's feeling at that time.
Everybody in the famliy are quite ready for this but we never expect it happen in this short period of time.
I left the female ward with a blur blur feeling... I want to see my grandpa... He looks so ill, make me scared a bit. When he saw me, he hold my hand and start to complain and talk about a lot of things. I asked him to sleep, get some rest.... huh... sorry... he kept on kacau2 the drip tube (duno the name of that thing)... complain the water didnt drop at all. Aiya....
4.30 pm, visiting hours... my relatives come to visit him. I went home after buying some stuffs.
8.00 pm, my dad arrived home. Aunty R is no longer with us anymore.... They had bring the body back for the funeral. Then, this thing cross in my mind...today is Aunty R last day... How's my last day would be? When? *sigh*