Sarah says I have low AQ. And that's true.
There're so many things in my mind, I find it difficult to let go of.
I laid on Weihan's bed last week, lamenting at my regrets. I stared at the ceiling, and wondered how granddad spent his final moments, most of the time alone, staring at the same ceiling. He must have felt frightened and alone.
Photos of him are running out, I'm afraid memories of him will fade away someday.
3 years seems short yet the longest. I feel I just lost him but I've lost him forever.
Looking back, I am filled with so much regrets again.
How is he now?
Ah ta, I miss you..
Grandad at Aunt's wedding.

Grandad with his 3 children.

Dad and Grandad, at his fittest.

Grandad and his grandchildren.