Too Many In A Day.

13th June 2009 was a day filled with too many major events at one go.

My Dearest Grandfather, my Dada, was called home to be with His Father on 13 June at about 1.30am. I arrived at the hospital after his passing, and was still in time to catch the warmth of his body. Seeing his peaceful face was painful yet comforting.

Tears, hugs and comforting words were passed around, and at 4am, we had to say our goodbyes before Dada was being wheeled away to the mortuary. I planted a soft kiss on his already cold cheeks, and walked away with a painful heart.

While the family was discussing on the further arrangements, sharp pains shot through my right chest, and I immediately knew it was Pneumothorax again. Already at TTSH, my Mom and brother sat me down in a wheelchair and wheeled me to A&E. Confirmed case of my 3rd Pneumothorax attack and after a needle aspiration and observation 6 hours later, the Doctor had to hospitalise me, which I stayed till 15th. I now have an appointment with 2 specialists, my lung specialist, and that specialist which I was forced coerced into seeing.

I was angry at myself, for I missed the first 2 days of my Dada's wake. But I know Dada will understand and not blame me.

Sitting here at the wake at The Lady of Lourdes Church, 50 Ophir Road, is the closest I can be to my One & Only Dada. I will dedicate a tribute when the wake and funeral is over. He is worth everything, the time and the effort. Rest in peace, Dada. I love you, always.