01/07/2012

Greetings on a windy, gloomy Sunday afternoon. It doesn't feel like a Sunday, actually.

Well, this morning, my sister violently shook me awake and broke the news to me. I was in shock, and also in fear, but mostly in shock. Things were not looking good, but it'd been this way for years. It had become "the way life is" and I never once expected things to take such a sharp turn.

The last time I visited Grandma was last Saturday, she was a little tired, but was perfectly well enough to sit up and hold a conversation. Just last night, she was looking for my sister and I. Unfortunately, I was in school to do a project and didn't manage to pay her one last visit. I regret it so much now.

Whenever I think about her, I think about all the things I've promised her but didn't get a chance to fulfill. Like how when I was 5 years old, I promised her I'd buy her a house. And how she always wished to see me “上大学”. But also, I think about the happy times.

First, Grandpa. 6 months later, Grandma. And this time, it hit me real hard. I've learnt to never take life for granted, and to cherish each and every moment with my loved ones while I can. Cliché as hell, but true.