A repeat of the post dated 15th October 2008.

Ok, so what we feared the most has finally come to past.
The news came as we were on the way home to Singapore earlier today.
I'm guessing that dad's mind must have been in a whirl the moment he heard the news.
It also made the trip up to Malaysia worthwhile.
At least we got to spend time with him in his final days.
All the suffering has finally left him for good.
He's with God now, rejoicing in heaven with the angels.
He got saved about 3 years back I think.
I'm not too sure about the details, I was just glad that he finally gave his life to Christ.
I don't think that I have appreciated him enough during his time on earth.
He was a good man, always looking out for the family, and making tough choices for us.
He used to cross highways the way we cross normal roads just to get to the market and buy breakfast back for all of us, despite his age.
He walked slowly, but he always made it back safely, by God's grace.
Even when he's hearing became weaker, he still continued to buy breakfast for everyone, walking the 1km+ to the market every morning.
When his vision became impaired, he still continued to do the same, all out of love.
But what did I do?
I complained the food wasn't nice, Singapore's breakfast is better.
I didn't respond when he spoke to me.
I didn't bother to learn Cantonese to communicate with him.
I didn't spend enough time with him, thats for sure.
Every time I went up to Malaysia to visit him and my relatives, he would give me $50 SGD to spend, saying that I was too skinny and needed to eat more.
Yes, I spent the money eating, but I took the money for granted and always expected him to give and give.
Throughout the time spent in Malaysia this time, I felt such a strong feeling of sadness, as I realised that this was the man who used to look after me since I was a baby.
He was the one who watched me grow up and always did what was best for me.
He was the one who always rejoiced and smiled every time he saw me.
And not once have I appreciated him for that.
Like they say, you never know what you got till its gone.
And now, all I can do is hold back the tears and be strong.
While this phrase keeps ringing in my head.

All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship

Because I know that he's finally out of the pain and suffering, and I can rejoice in this situation because I know that he's with our Father in heaven.
In every season, He is still God, He will never fail, He has a plan.
Even when Grandpa's gone, life still has to move on, we can't mourn forever.
We can look forward to the day when we meet with him in heaven.
Till then, we will carry on living for God, because He will never fail us.

Thank you everybody for showing so much support to me and my family.
I really appreciate it.
Do keep the family in prayer.
And may God help us to be strong.