外公 passed away on Sunday night.
It was, in a way, anticipated, ever since the diagnosis revealed the terminal stage of cancer in April. Mum&Dad had been going up North every weekend to visit, and each visit recorded quick deterioration of the conditions.
The last time I visited was on Labour Day, 3 weeks ago, in the midst of exams--on the eve of the IT paper. Then, he was already beyond my recognition, a far cry from the CNY's visit just 3-4 months ago.
Sometimes, it's interesting to imagine how you will feel when you know your days are numbered. It's essentially an expiry date that is labelled on you, telling you that you have a certain number of months left, after which you ought to be thrown away. As that expiry date draws near, will it get increasingly terrorising and scary? Or is it the direct opposite--you bask yourself in peace and be thankful of a good life, and yearn to be taken away from all the pain?
We'll all go up to Johor later. Until funeral ends on Wednesday.
人生是黑白的.
12:48 AM <3
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