A sad day to remember

15 March 2009 is the saddest day to remember...
The call was received at around 10 am from the hospital, on the other side of the line came a voice claiming grandma was in a serious critical condition about to leave us all. I still remember I was fully dress ready to accompany Yan to the rail station to work.
As soon as the line was cutted, we took a cab and rushed there hoping to catch the very last moment; which unfortunately, no one could make it. At 10:10am, grandma offically been declared deceased.
She lied there eyes closed and mouth stayed opened holding onto her last breath; seemingly painless the moment she deceided to leave..who took her away? The last words grandma had spoken to me was that she never really slept in peace. But as for now, I am sure you can rest well with no one disturbing you. After months of ordeals of hanging there in bed, every morning you woke up was another hard day for you, looking forward to something we didnt want to see...removing the tissues from the ankles...it is a sharp pain whenever mentioning it amongst us...
2 weeks have gone and the time I passed along TKW; something always comes to my mind urging me to go visit her as usual; when I come to think about it, there is no need as of now, she is long gone already.
I stole the $5 from the table....but you didnt tell my mom...
When you used to tell me stories of Japs Invasion...
When you asked me to read the letters and I showed a bit impatient, I am sorry...