Vulnerable

Doctors, nurses, patients, tubes, heartbeat monitor, unfamiliar machines, the smell of medicines, injections, etc...In the end, the oldest yet strongest 93 years old man I knew couldnt escape his fear of admitting into the hospital.

I couldnt help bitting my tongue when i saw him lying on the bed, breathing difficulty with an oxygen mask. Every breath he fights for suddenly seemed so important to him, and everyone. I kept my eyes on the heartbeat monitor every minute and said to myself, 'hang on, ah gong.' This was perhaps the last thing i can do for him.

Unlike my friends or others, i may not have special bonds/relationships with my grandpa, i still fear the feeling of losing him whenever i think of him. Being a grandfather of 17 grandchildren and 4 grand-grandchildren, it wasnt easy on him to shower his love to everyone of us. So often, he buys ice-creams and yakults and placed them in the fridge, knowing we would love it!

Alright, im still fine people. Maybe just a note to all, cherish your loved ones around you. No matter how busy you are, it wont hurt to take up some of your time to spend/share with them. Dont regret till they are gone, seriously.