Ok. Most of you already know why/what's happenning, but for those who don't, here's the sitrep: my granddad's very sick. I'm not going to say dying, becuase I still believe in miracles. It's been 5 days since he's been discharged from hospital, he isn't getting amy better. But for the count, the hospital doctor did say last last Sunday that he only had a few more days to live, but look at him, he's still alive now.

My granddad is strong. He's a fighter. And when be was younger, he kept my whole family together. Just reading his many get well cards give me a grasp, however small, of what he did before I was born. And the amount of visitors he has been getting is endless. The number of people his life has changed. From what I can gather, he's basically the glue that kept my family together. He was there when anyone needed help. And if I could only be a fraction of what he is I would be sastified. In the last 5 days I've heard stories of a caring, noble grandfather, who stood up for his siblings, nieces, nephews in many ways. And of how he stood up for his rights after the Japanese Occupation.

My grandfather has been there from me since I was born. He gave up his pastime of smoking for his grandchildren. And as many smokers know, giving up smoking after smoking for over 30 years is not easy. But he did it. He was there to fetch my brothers and I from school and to tuition. He calls up every night just to check on my family: if we had dinner, if we had transport to or from school the next day, and would worry about me or my brothers when either one went overseas. He has made me the person that I am. And I will always treasure him


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