For my great-grandfather. Before, I wasn't too sad. He lived an amazing life, and at 99year old, he was able to meet his great-great-grandchildren was able to watch most of his 22 great-grandchildren grow up. Me included. The funeral, however, was incredibly saddening. I heard other's speak and grieve, and I myself spoke. It finally dawned on me that my great-grandfather, or Bak-Kong (honestly, I'm not even sure if this is spelled correctly; this is how I've always referred to my great-grandfather), would not be coming back. No more solid hugs and splattering kisses, no more warm smiles and the ability to bring my entire family (even the ones from New Zealand and Australia) together. No more silliness, no bright eyes. No more late nights at the casino with my ty-poh (again, spelling not accurate.)
They'd been married for over 70 years, my grandfather and my grandmother. And they were the kindest souls that my family has ever known. So selfless and caring... though, I guess they'd have to be. They had 12 children, and from those twelve children, over forty grandchildren and great-grandchildren put together.
So, it's been a long day. Made even longer by the fact that, at the last dinner, my Ty-Poh seemed to have a seizure in the middle of dinner. Whether it was truly a seizure or just plain old exhaustion is yet to be seen; but, it isn't looking good. They haven't left each other's side in over 70 years...
I hope she pulls through. She's 87. I hope she'll live to at least 90. Maybe then I'll be able to appreciate my time with her a bit more.
And, no, this was not my first funeral. I've been to one before, my grandfather's on my dad's side of the family. I was, once again, a speaker. But that time, I was the only one.
Another one was for my cousin, but I wasn't allowed to attend that one. I was far too young.
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"I'm not the one who's lost with no direction, but you'll never see."Thanks for the memories, everyone. I'll miss you all.