my grandfather has just passed away.
i thought i wouldn't cry, but i did.
i was just thinking a few minutes earlier; that he would wait for me to visit him next week. the pastor would come and we would all pray together.
i think i spent half-an-hour talking to my grandfather in mandarin. well, sobbing at the same time.
i presumed he would wait for me, for us to say 'goodbye'.
that's all i wanted to do. i knew his time was almost up. i just wanted to be there to say the last 'goodbye'.
i didn't want sunday's 'goodbye' to be the last. i thought i would see him again.
i didn't talk to him enough on sunday. i just acted like a surly teenager.
i hope he heard me just now.
i hope he comes to see me get my award. i'm sure he will. i already told him the day and time. i know he heard it.
God will let him come down for a few minutes.
i wish my grandfather had waited for me.
but i'm not sad anymore.
because he has lived a long and rather happy life.
it's time for him to go...