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To grandpa,

I write this to proclaim my love for my beloved grandfather who has passed from this realm not two days ago.

My grandfather and I enjoyed a close relationship since I lived not far from him when I was in Malaysia. Grandpa lived a very healthy life well into his twilight years. Since I was little, he would take me to the city park almost every other morning just for a morning stroll, and I was always treated to a good breakfast with soy bean milk with grandmother after.

Grandpa's house was large- my family and I would visit everyday to eat lunch with them. For many years, it was the hub for festive occasions, be it Chinese New Year, Christmas, relatives visiting, funerals and so forth. I have chosen the house as a setting for countless essays during my primary school years, when I had to describe happy memories or celebrations. Indeed, Grandpa's home was such a collection of merriment and was very much an integral part of my childhood.

Grandpa was always there at every stage of my maturity, offering wisdom and much needed advice. I remember being admonished many times for my wrong-doings, but he was never ill-tempered when disciplining me. He was resolute but gentle, stern but caring. He was always concerned with my well-being, and I missed him ever so much after moving to Canada. Distance did not deter him from being ever more generous and loving; however, and he has blessed my family so much with his financial and spiritual support.

I will miss talking to him deep into the night. I will miss taking grandpa out on his wheelchair, greeting the neighbours. I will miss his calm demeanor and congenial attitude. I will try to love like you did, care like you have and live righteously like you have for so many many years.

May your spirit rest peacefully in the arms of the Almighty. You will be missed, and your legacy will be a difficult one to maintain here on earth, but knowing that you will see my every success and failure has motivated me to try even harder.

Til we meet in heaven,

Your grandson.

Comments

  1. RummGamon22 December 2011 at 22:09

    Hey Dennis, my sincere condolences to you and your family during this difficult time. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here (I may not be on msn, but I respond to emails very quickly). God bless you and your family.

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