A sad day for my family

It was at about 7am, our baggages were checked in when my brother got the call from his friend, who just happen to by at my house collecting some stuff he left over.

5 minutes later, still stunned at the air port, our entire family cancelled our flight to hong kong, the family holiday that we have planned earlier, and headed home.

It is confirmed, at 720am, 7 Sept 2004, my granddad at age of 91, has passed on from this world.

The funeral rituals took on the whole week from Tuesday to Friday, taking the traditions of a buddhist burial. I would write more on the funeral rituals later, as they have really taught me a lot more about life itself. On Friday, at about 10am. My granddad was buried at Nirvana Park at Semenyih, Selangor, Malaysia.

My granddad lived a good 91 years. He was a strong man. Quit Smoking at about 75 (or thereabouts) after smoking since in his 20s. So to those who think they can't quit. Yes, you can! He was among the immigrants of Chinese that came from China to Klang Valley during the early turn of the last century. Really, part of society that shape our lives here in KL.

While he was alive, he was really quite hard to please. Mainly due to miscommunication because he was very deaf :) Nowadays, I missed him just sitting here in the living room watching TV. 'Shouting' (because to him, he was probably just talking) about this and that on household chores. At 91, he still water the plants everyday, get the mail... The little things that imprints the biggest impression of him to me for the rest of my life.

So, memory of him lives on. It's amazing, a man, at the appointed time returns to the maker. Death as a concept... as puzzling as life itself.