
This is not the first time I'd been staring on this picture.
And now, its no longer hanging on a crutch, its no longer belonged to someone else.
His owner had gone.
like. forever.
The moment I reached home, the moment I kneed down, the moment I crawled to reach you.
Tears raining down.
My heart are trying hard to shout out why and why and why.
He was sleeping in the coffin when I was there. Peacefully.
Why are you so pale? Are you feeling cold?
I wanted to ask. But no reply will be answered, I guess.
Consoling myself that he's gone in peace, with no suffer and regrets along.
He will be okay up there.
'One day of a year when I was still a kid, he was driving his Mercedes with his mom beside and three of his grandchild playing behind. That was a sunny and windy day. He's trying to say something to his mom, this old lady mumbled and asked:" kui men ar?( open the door in teowchiew I guess), as she is intended to open the door at the moment with the car speeding on road, he shouted immediately: "lu siao ar?! lu kui men lu ma si fui chu ku?!(this is easy to understand I think?) and asap he closed the door while at the same time, three of the little child laugh out loud at the back.'
The little girl falls in love with this man and proud to be his granddaughter.
.In this life.
Always in my heart,
So long, wai gong.