Transition

it's been a pretty rough week for me. usually a week juz flashes by for me but this week was extra long.

It was mid semester tests this week after last week's e-learning, which luckily was pretty easy for once. even e-learning week was busy, with CYA duties with the first batch, going out with ql n practicing for a skit to be performed at the airport. and of course, studying for the tests this week.

right after the skit performance on monday, i got a call from my mum that my grandfather, the one which i had brought to New Zealand, had a stroke n was in critical condition in Changi Hospital.
i had planned on going home to study for my test, but instead i rushed over to see him.

Arriving in hospital, i was faced with a scene of my grandfather lying unconscious on the hospital bed, with tubes sticking out all over him. gathered around were my immediate family members, some holding his hand, others in huddled in groups praying for him.

not long after, a pastor from my church came over to pray for him. We prayed over him for about 15 mins. I didn't really know how i felt that time, now still don't really not what to feel. Sad of course. Not really frightened.

soon after two nurses came in and pulled the shutters over the bed. They were going to suck the phlegm out of his throat since he couldn't get rid of it himself. The sounds of slurping and sucking were sickening.

Even though he couldn't speak or move at all, we knew he was partially conscious at least as he could still cry when we speak to him. Can tell by the sound, he was really suffering.

Despite all this, i had to go back to study for the test and so i did. That night, i prayed for him before i slept, and this comfort that Jesus would take care of him, gave me peace to sleep soundly. The next morning, my mum called to say that my grandad had died peacefully in his sleep at 5am that morning.

My first close relative to pass away.

I was a bit shocked, yet somehow a bit not suprised. i'll explain later.

Over the next few days it was pretty busy, with the funeral preperations and all. I wasnt there for 2 days, studying for tests. I heard that some of my relatives were not happy about it, but i dunno. the moment i was free i would go help out too. it's not like i was having it easy, being alone at home, eating noodles everyday, making my own breakfast while trying not to be late for school.

i think it's better than sitting around talking to people who's names i can't even remember all day while eating peanuts? repeating a whole semester just to do that? no thank you. once again, it has nothing to do with me not being filial to my grandad.

the day before the burial we the grandkids all drew smth for him. I drew a pic of me n him in NZ, caus tt's wat i rmbr best.

For us the feeling of him leaving is like sad caus we will miss him, but we know can get to see him again in heaven so not too sad. temporal. =)

yay i finished.




I was a bit shocked but a bit not suprised.