21st March 2007.
In loving remembrance of my grandpa.

Mummy said he was fortunate and blessed enough, everyone was by his bedside.
He was on such heavy dosage of morphine and it pained everyone to watch him tear as he lay there, to watch his heart beat go down every second. We were helpless.
The pain was excruciating, for us and for him. I almost lost my faith.
An affair i never never ever want to go through again.

The only regret was we had no chance to bring him home,
nor to go on that holiday that was planned for him.
The fatal virus took away my granddad. I'm deadly against smoking now.

If only all was just a series nightmares.
Unfathomable isn't it?

Be strong, keep going on.
and you won't fall.