It's quiet now, sans chaos, sans commotion, sans the apprehension of what might happen, just a humble smile hung on the wall
It's a new phase of life for everyone now, the “day” finally arrived, the day liberating him of his sufferings
Indeed it's not easy to say, even harder to accept, hoping he is in a better place now.
It was painful for us, seeing a man who was once all hale and hearty, laying in bed throughout, barely able to speak and move his limbs
He never raised his voice, and always ensured we got what we wanted. Most of the time gave us more than we ever asked for.
Can’t thank him enough for everything he has done. I owe a large part of my sporting abilities to my grandpa. Ferrying me up and down for over 8 years was no joke. He did it tirelessly. Always on time, got ready without an excuse. Recovering from my knee surgery he was my physiotherapy partner and helped me throughout
In his 77 years, he did it all. Lived with us till the very end, and breathed his last on his bed, without the pain of pins and needles. I wish to believe he was a contented man. We all did our best to ensure he lived his last days in comfort.
My sister and I are an integral part of our grandparent's daily routine. The joy of being with us for them, and the happiness of being pampered by them for us.
It's emotionally difficult to accept, it’s all just starting to sink in.
We will have to move on now, life has to come full circle. Writing this brings tears to my eyes, hope his soul rests in peace.