Friday, March 14, 2008
You..
i used to be afraid of..
this red red face, with big moustache..
goes mad when had too much alcohol..
always goes out with your motorcycle..
that roaring laughter, that unforgettable look; i won't forget..
you often set out early in the morning, and stare at the deep sea..
waiting for your catch, and setting up your bait again..
coming home late in the afternoon & bring home bags of fishing wonders.
that became the wonderful dishes at the later part of the day.
i never stop having that fear of you till my teens.
to think you are not that full of anguish afterall..
i started residing elsewhere & stay with you 2 days out of 5..
i didn't talked much with you though..
whenever you sheltered at my house,
i have that inexplicable feelings that i have to feel..
you never stopped asking me about my boyfriend & all..
and kept a secret to that.
this is something that is very different from my daddy,
he never open up this topic with me before.
u're a very different father, who uses a very different approach on me.
you like to follow my footsteps to wherever i directed you too.
for wherever that i brought you, you are content with it.
i've never came across with such a man before.
and when i started treasuring you,
it's not even few years that you collapsed & get down in ICU.
inhaling oxygen, and grasp for air when the mask slide away.
i can't do anything, but to hear news of u, from what people saw.
it hurts to see you being sent in & out of ICU.
it's just a small clinical diagnosis, it shouldn't be a problem.
but why are you still in there? i don't get it.
grandpa, you are one of the 3 man that i love dearly.
i hope i've got a chance to tell you that,
to see you riding that old motorbike of yours,
to ride me out to buy prata & satays late at night.
to hear your loud & distinctive laughter.
i wanna see you up & well to give me a peck on my cheek.
to hug me close again.
grandpa, please be well.
and i meant every single words.
I miss you.
9:33 AM
