Rushed steps forward, not expecting that feeling to come.

I turned. The view that faced me six years back - with the tears, the fear, the worries, came before me once again.

It was a time when I felt so helpless, and that being happy was a sin.

How could I.. when he was going through so much in the ward with all the tubes attached to him?

The same view that I looked out from his ward was before me once more.

All the memories gushed back in that instant, a moment that I least expected, fresh in my memory, as though everything just happened yesterday.

I gazed at the view as I went forward.. thinking.. "It has been six full years."

Six years ago, I'd never expect myself to be who I am now, being able to function like a normal being again. I thought losing him was a memory that I would never be able to overcome. But yes I did, with the Lord's grace, the love of my family and the friends that God has blessed me with.

Although the feeling gripped me for a short moment, I am thankful that the Lord has planned for that. It really reminded me how I should be holding even tighter to those who're still around, and reminded me of the happy days I had with Grandpa.

Missing you, Grandpa, wherever you are. We may not be able to meet again, but thanks for the 15 years of love and care. Love you.