My grandfather had just passed on Thursday morning. I was asleep when my aunt called me to say that my grandfather had just passed on early in the morning. I wasn't that shocked. He has been ill and I guess it is alright to end his suffering now.

When the body got back to my aunt's place at Ubi, there were hordes of relatives which most of them I haven't met except for primary school mate of mine. We didn't know that we are related until today.

My grandfather was great man. He is very pious and always remind his grand kids to pray all the time. Never once he raises his voice, never scold us, never did a single bad thing that I dislike.

Whenever he tried to advise me, I always brush him aside. I know it was rude. I never like his nagging and now I miss them. Although we were never close, I still accepted him as my grandfather and not a step-grandfather. He loves his grandkids, all the same.

I shed tears for him. Regret that I never heed his advice, regret I never got the chance to say anything to him.

The day was very special. Although it was a sunny sky, I never felt its heat. It was cooling with slight breeze.

I'm gonna miss him a lot. Seriously, a lot.