R.I.P.

My grandma pass away last Wednesday morning at the age of 91-year-old. She was later buried in Batu Pahat.

She has been bed ridden since end of last year, and pass away in peace, with her children and grandchildren by her side.

Did I cried? I didn't cry when I was by her bedside nor throughout the whole funeral. I wanted to, but just feels that once I started crying, I can't stop. I cried on my way back to Penang.

During my secondary school life, I cried 3 times.
Once, after a debate competition.
Once for friendship
And once for marching ( this one almost la)

Now for my grandma.
( a bit the emo le)
She use to live with us went I was small, before my whole family moved to Penang and we( sis, bro and me ) used to have problems communicating with her......

Her funeral, was not only a funeral, it also serves as a family reunion. Met tonnes of cousins who I never meet before, mostly from Singapore....

Today suppose to go for a blood donation service, but didn't go because for the sudden outcome,
and for next week Wedding, also no need to go, and for the scouts camp, postponed.....

well, rest in peace,
grandma.

Grandson,
Seck Houng.