He left quietly in the morning. He chose to be alone. Probably didn't bear to have his children send him off. Maybe he felt the grief will be too much for them. He somehow had it all planned.
Yesterday evening, I received the call with the news from my sister. Mum had told her not to inform me until they were sure I had finished my exam. Everyone seemed so calm. Everyone was prepared for it. I was too. When I went down to the wake, no one was sad, or at least no one was showing it. They were either chatting, folding "money" for grandpa or entertaining the distant relatives that came to pay their respects. I joined my cousins and burn some "money" for grandpa. We ended up catching up with what each of us are doing. It was bonding between the family at a occasion of separation. Ironic, but I guess we can take it as the passing down of the bond. Our grandpa's bond with us, passed to us to strengthen our bonds with each other.
There are still issues unsettled in the family but all seems minute at such a time. Grandma's health is one, but it seems like a blessing for her at a time for this. Mummy told me she cried when they brought her to see grandpa, but soon after she left she couldn't remember a thing she saw. It was amusing to know that she thought it was because she hadn't taken care of grandpa. She didn't know about grandpa's condition, or maybe I should say she couldn't remember.
Whatever the case, grandpa planned it out for us and made sure everyone was mentally prepared for it too. Thank you, grandpa. Rest in peace.
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