


The next few days he was in coma. his condition became very critical . almost all relatives came and prayed for him . i keep crying everytime i entered the ward . i prayed and prayed and prayed if miracle could happen and make him recover . but no it didn't happened . on the 15th of March , doctor said he has no chances of living , just waiting for time to go . that's when we all burst out crying . so since we had enough of seeing him suffer , we asked doctor to take out all the tubes and he left with only wearing oxygen mask . he then was tranferred to normal ward the next day .
We continued to say our prayers every single day without fail . On tuesday he was brought back to choa chu kang , at aunty's hse . since he had told grandma that he wants to die at home not at the hospital . and so we stayed there till 10pm plus and went home since the next day i had to go for the GOS trip to batam . i was half-hearted about going actually. that very night , when i packed all my things , my mind was on him . and when i went to bed that time , i cant sleep and my eyes kept blinking numerous times without fail . images of him appearred. finally i manage to sleep . then suddenly i was woken up by 2nd brother and told me that tok was no longer alive. tears started to roll down my cheeks again. i just cant believe.

The one who was there when i was born.
The one who used to sent and fetched me sometimes to school with his old bicycle.
The one who worked as a security guard for quite a long time and got the prime minister lee sien loong's award.
The one who loves to tell his army stories , kampong stories numerous of time when we gather as a family.
The one that has a beautiful wife , 3 wonderful daughters and 7 lovely grandchildrens.
The one who was a religious man , keep praying even when he's not well.
The one that never tells us if he's in pain or suffering , he prefer to keep to himself.
The one that always be the imam when we prayed.
The one who we celebrate with every Hari Raya Puasa.
The one without fail keep gripping hands when people salam him.
The one that always gives me advices like study hard , take care of mummy and be a good daughter.
The one who LOVES to tease me when i eat more with his coughing sound effect.
The one who LOVES to menyakat everyone .
The best one and only grandpa that i could have ever asked for .
Half of my heart felt something missing and thats you.
You've gone forever and will never come back.
I love you grandpa , i miss you grandpa.
Indeed everyone do.
Rest in peace.
Semoge Allah mencucuri rahmat mu.