Nostalgic

I don't like old age. It makes me emotional. If there's one thing I hate, that would be death.

Grand dad's stuck in some hospital in China, all alone. We're gonna do some visits to China. Though we were never close, there is of course a sentimental attachment because afterall he still is my Grand dad. The once strong and tanned is now weak and frail. With a hunch he speaks in a Mandrian that I can hardly communicate in. I wish we could do life all over again with erased errors and things we've done wrong. Grand dad has no second chances. His past is his present. He mirrors the image of every Dad who is never there for his kids.

"I am afraid of death," he muttered out of a very sickly breath.

Now he's waiting for the time. And I'm waiting he be redeemed.