小手拉大手

Grandpa had dementia. We couldn't really communicate to him since 2002. I can't remember exactly how he was like as a grandpa. As I was stoning at his wake yesterday, I remember that he loved to eat alot of rice. He loved to eat cantonese-style sushi - he would wrap rice and a piece of meat with fresh lettuce. I also remember that he and grandma lived in a one-room rental flat in Telok Blangah. The flat was small, but they were happy. I used to visit them during lunch as my workplace was nearby. Grandma would cook my favourite dishes. Grandpa, being the quieter grandparent, would look on while I ate my lunch.

Grandpa was cremated today.

I hope he meets her soon ... so that they can make up for the lost time and be happy ... like the lyrics of Fish Leong's song

给你我的手 像溫柔野兽 我们一直就這样向前走
我们小手拉大手 一起郊遊 今天別想太多
你是我的夢 像北方的风 吹着南方暖洋洋的哀愁
我们小手拉大手 今天加油 向昨天挥挥手