Last Friday my dad received a distant call from my mum saying that my grandpa has passed away. So my dad, my sister and I took the late bus and rush back to Malaysia to meet my mum there to give my grandpa the last respect. My mum looks so haggard and lose quite a bit of weight. When she described the situation he was in the hospital, I couldn't control and burst into tears. I can't stop crying when I was burning the incense paper. I was really very devastated, I just can't see him for the very last time anymore, the last time I saw him was during the Chinese New Year. Everyone stood beside the coffin calling for him and were sobbing very terribly. That was also the first time I saw my mum crying so badly. I can't believe the one lying inside there was my grandpa. I seriously couldn't bring myself down to stop crying, as I stood there I cried until I shiver. When the coffin was closed, for that very moment I knew that I can't call him gong gong anymore. He is the person I respect most and someone who I listen to. I remember when I was young, he used to bring us out to buy sweets at the nearby mama shop. He always gave us what we want, every year when we go back to celebrate CNY, the fridge are filled up with ice cream and chocolate waiting for us. Now, we have nothing, we have no one to dote us anymore and I can't see him anymore :'( The funeral worn us out and I'm sick again ):
GongGong, I Miss You. I wish you can come into my dream. )':
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