sad...

I was in town when my mum called me. My granddad is not doing well. In fact, my cousin went to get the picture for the funeral made just this afternoon. A series of strokes left him in a coma. Sad to say, I was not that close to my granddad. But looking at him lying on the bed, I can’t help but think of him just a few years back walking to work everyday wearing a cap. Most of all, I’m sad that I didn’t get to spend more time with him while he was still relatively healthy. I held his hand today. I haven’t held his hand since I was a kid. I have a feeling that it’ll be one of the last times I get to hold his hand.