I've always loved going back to my grandparent's house in Pontian, but for some inexplicable and sad reasons, I had never gotten the chance to visit this house as often as I wanted to.. despite all the many chances and time.
Well, celebrating Syawal here in this house was never the same & will never be the same again.. with the non-presence of my late grandfather, Pak Yai, whom had passed away about 4 weeks ago... May Allah protect his soul and may he be placed in the highest Heaven above.. Al-Fatihah.
Being close to my grandfather at the time when he was still alive.. the sadness was just too much for me to handle, even until now. Hence, the tears that I had when visiting his grave, when looking at my lonesome grandma lying helplessly on bed, when staring blankly at everything in the house which would remind me of how great a man he once had been.. to the society, to his wife, to the family, and personally to me.
My grandfather will forever be the man I would always look up to.
He may be gone, but he lives forever in my heart.
