Being for grandfather’s last journey is not easy.
Covered with sadness and moody weather, the 3-day ceremony is not easy for everyone, myself included.
I spend some times looking at his face; all the tears were just came out nonstop. I couldn’t control my emotion during that period.
Even until now, I still do not believe that he was gone.
On the second day after his funeral, I dreamed of him sitting outside the house on his favorite chair. I cannot recall what was the content of our conversation, the only image I can remember deeply was that after the conversation, he walked out of our house, freely, without any pain, just as he used to be before hit by stroke for 2 times…
Since then, I have dreamed of him the second time. Too bad the dream was so blur which I cannot recall any scene in it.
Anyway, from what I have learned from the 1st dream, grandfather finally found his peace, leaving all the sickness and physical pain behind.
Goodbye grandpa, I will be missing you always in my heart…
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