Goodbye, Ah Kong.

Yesterday morning, i was abruptly awaken by the fact that my dad and Rowen tried to call me at about 7am. I return my brother's call, to find out that my grandpa, who we fondly call 'Ah Kong', has a passed away early that morning.

He was 75, died due to suffocation.

I came down from the island to KL for the wake in Xiao-En Funeral Parlour in Cheras. He'll be cremated tomorrow.

I haven't seen Ah Kong for about five years, since Ah Ma, my grandma passed away. And i can't believe i have to meet my last grandparent in such circumstances. To make matters worse, the Gospel was not shared to him.

Don't get me wrong, i'm mourning, but i'm not wailing and crying my eye balls out. Perhaps it's due to the estranged relationship my family had with him. The good thing is at least i can spent time with my brothers and papa here.

Reality is sinking in... and i miss my Ah Kong.


Ah Kong, may you rest in peace.


"...A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together..."

Taken from The Byrd's Turn, Turn, Turn (To Everything There Is A Season)

Love & Peace!~

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