Woke up to terrible news today. The man who had been battling with cancer has finally been called back to the Lord late last night.
The first thing I did this morning was to read the last few Whatsapp messages that suggested he was in a critical condition. At that, I thought to myself - Thank God. At least he's still hanging in there.
So I got up from bed, made myself some breakfast and decided to go through the thread of messages (which I regret doing halfway through breakfast), only to discover that I had missed out an important block of info. The part that stated what time he had passed on.
Words alone cannot describe how overwhelmed I was by the devastating news. I re-read the messages to confirm and it all felt as if I was stuck in my own nightmare, with no where else to run to.
I don't know what to say or do. Still dumbstruck, that I am. I feel as if... I have yet to grieve enough. Forever fighting back whatever tears welling up inside of me whenever my family members are around. If I were alone, only God knows how flooded the town would be.
It pains me to know that I wasn't there to say my last goodbye to him. And that his most of his grandkids were nowhere near his deathbed. But I guess what they say is true, that us going back home now wouldn't make much of a difference.
He was a caring man who was forever physically active; always on the go. And I dare say he lived a good life.
Well, at least, I'm glad the pain is all over for you and that you're in better hands. :)
公公, 再见哦.
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