Talk nothing of the departed but...

...only when you have good things to say.

I was about to wash my clothes when my brother called me and informed me of my grandfather's departure to the other world. I thought he was kidding until he passed the phone to my mother. She said it was true. I went home immediately that night, thanks to Joshua and his family. On the journey home, the bus broke down in the middle of the night. I was telling myself if I had taken the Transnasional bus, it wont happen this way. (FUCK infinity and beyond)

Konsortium Bus Ekspres is terrible. That will be my first and my last ride. Anyway, I arrived somewhat late (DUH) and when I arrived, no one was in tears. I figured everyone has poured some waaaaaaaaayyy earlier. I saw my grandfather's lifeless body on the single bed, shielded with a piece of kain batik lepas and a thin piece of white cloth covering his face. I just wished I could actually tell him I do miss him. But I couldn't cry. I've cried back in KL.

It was different the next day. Everyone prepared for the funeral. I watched how the men wrapped him perfectly in cotton and white cloth. I stared at his face. I could see his faint bluish fingernails. He looked so...peaceful. So clean. Inside, I did feel happy for his condition. From what I heard, when they found him with his fake teeth in one hand, it was as if he knew Death has approached him. There was not a sound. There was not a cry. It seems like he went away painlessly and quietly.

I admit that sometimes I got into bad terms with Grandpa because well, when he speaks, it seems like he shouts. However I agree that he has left happily. His funeral day was the finest day I've seen. It wasn't scorchingly hot, nor t looked like it was going to rain. It was cool and breezy. I will always miss him for his concern, for his food, for his strength.

I love you, Wan. I know I am not so much of a good granddaughter but I always love you. I really, really miss you. I don't know when I'll get over your sudden departure.