Yeye seemed to have difficulty breathing since yesterday and he's finally letting go today. Since two years and more, he had been in and out of the hospital for fever, lungs not functioning, fell on the floor, fainted, etc and he was always released from the hospital because he had gotten well. Although it was painful to see him not recognizing us and slowly he became bedridden and later no response from him after we greeted him every Chinese New Year and some other events when we will see him. I am selfish to say that I want him to continue living because I don't want to let him go yet. He is my remaining grandparent and I am not ready to let him go. He was strong and he had held on for so long. On the other hand, I also want him to leave peacefully like grandma and at least do not have to suffer anymore.
So with the constant in-and-out of hospital and was still well, I kinda took it for granted every time my cousin informed us that grandpa was admitted to the hospital again, he will recover and be home again.
I remembered my grandpa. I always remember seeing him in his workshop trying to fix something. He was a strong man for someone of his age. And when I tried talking to him, he would laugh at times, though I'm not sure at what. We were like the chicken and duck talk (a Chinese idiom 鸡同鸭讲: meaning two person not understanding each other. Usually used in language breakdown). He speaks Cantonese and I don't. So many dad have to translate for us always.
I've tried learning Cantonese but I don't use it on a daily basis so I can't pick it up except for asking whether have he eaten, was it good, was he full, how are you. That's all but he seemed contented with these sentences.
He was a hardworking and was a honest man. He built his company himself and even due for retirement he still stayed on until he can't. Rest in peace yeye.
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