Most of you might know that my grandfather left the world on thursday evening. He took his last breath at about 7:01pm in Alexandra hospital. It was really an emotional moment for many of us who were there. And this was the first time that i had a close relative of mine pass on. To me, it was really painful to see him. As i was there when he as taking his last breaths. It looked painful and desperate, and we could not do anything but to tell him that he shouldn't worry, and he could move on to a better place.

Is death a painful process for the person departing?

or is it an easy task letting go?

Would my soul hesitate to leave body when its time for me to go?

Or... Would i leave my body readily?

I think... when we die, we are really at peace the moment our soul and body become independent.

Unimaginable peace. Until like you can piao piao~

I can't wait to experience that. Cause after much thought, i think death, for me, might be a beautiful experience (unless I'm suffering from many diseases and problems in my body lur).

The departure of my grandfather seemed as if it was a replay from a chinese serial drama. Only that i was not sitting at the couch, and criticizing the lack of innovation on the directors part in creating that scene. I would always try to predict what would happen next, and when it does happen i would just sigh tell myself that the drama is so disappointing and it is not worth my time watching. As i watched this life scene unfold before my eyes, tears just ran down my cheeks (and so did my mucus -.-)(but not my on my cheek la -.-), cause i saw him gasping for air and struggling just to stay a life. Everyone's breath stopped short when ever my grandfather would stop breathing, it was like we were prepping our hearts for something major that was about to happen. And when took in the next breath we would all breathe deeply and our eyes would succumb to more tears. The total number of hours we were there watching him was about an hour or so. When my yeye finally left, i could not find any reason to cry anymore, i just stopped.

I thought it was weird because don't people usually cry more when their loved one has left them?

Maybe i felt like... It was over?

I'm still not sure, but many people stopped crying after that.

It was like the tap turned off.

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Remember when this guy who looked like santa claus preached last year during watchnight service? I forgot his name, but i distinctively remember him saying that he enjoys going to wedding and funerals. Why funerals? I thought. It seemed rather weird for him to say that. He said that such events, brings people back together.

After these two nights at the wake. I have found that what he said is true. It really does bring people back together. I see my parent's old friends coming to the wake, to just show that they care for our family. Broken people and complains about each other just seemed to melt away as they came to enjoy each other's company. It really encouraged me, and i understood why the santa guy said he enjoyed going to funerals. People who left church, people who "betrayed" my father, people who didn't seem interested to remain friends any more came.

I felt like it was telling me they still cared, and that all the misconceptions built up over the years into a huge mighty wall that cannot be broken down. But this mighty wall was broken down by the brokenness of man.

This is what it feels like to have emotional support.

God is good and His love endures forever :)

❤❤❤