The last ten days were absolutely unforgettable – watching somebody dying is tough and difficult, especially if he is a relative of yours.
I was of course deeply saddened with my grandad's death, although there was no tears in my eyes. He was the one who loved me deepest besides my parents, and I could feel it from his never-been-happier smiles each time I saw him. I understand he had been struggling to wait for me to return from England, perhaps I was one of those whom he wanted to see before he left, before he bravely walked through the last part of his eighty-two-year-long journey after suffering from severe sicknesses.
May you rest in peace. When you meet great-grandad, tell him you have had a proudly-lived life.