Just about two minutes ago, I had a sudden thought of my late grandpa.
I occasionally have this moment for as long as I could remember and I don't even know why. He passed away when I was seven years old, and to be honest my memories of him are getting blurry by day. I don't remember much about him, all that I know is he's really important to me. It really upsets me that I could recall only a few scenes of him in my life. I really want to remember more but then again, I'm only human. I can't possibly force my brain to recall things from more than 14 years ago, could I?
I remember when we fight for the remote control cause he wants to watch wrestling but I want to watch cartoon. I took the batteries, he took the remote. Grandma won, cause we both can't change to our channels so she gets to watch her show instead (over Grandpa and I shouting at each other) (of me crying really, that old man got no mercy when it comes to wrestling)
I remember it was late at night and I couldn't sleep because mom was not home yet so I was left alone, scared and crying my lungs out. He woke up in the middle of the night to sit with me.
I remember the first day I went to kelas mengaji with my selekeh tudung on, he smiled and was happy for me.
I remember playing with his hearing aid, it was grey in colour. He can't hear but he doesn't like wearing the hearing aid so it's my toy. We only shout at him anyway, I think he prefers it that way. Outsiders may think we're rude to him, but really he just cannot hear AND his hearing aid is my toy.
I remember the days leading to his unforeseen death. We were moving to a new house and since there's no way Grandpa, Grandma and I can help out with the moving process, the three of us slept over at my aunt's for a few days. Long story short, Grandpa suddenly got so sick. He was admitted to the hospital, lost his eye sight, something bad was happening to his brain and all this happened in the span of 3 days. The seven-year-old me thought it was just another visit to the hospital you know. But one of the days in the hospital, I think my Grandpa lost track of time and he was confused because suddenly he underwent so many treatments, scan sessions and what not. I vividly remember this scene. I think he thought we're still at my aunt's so he shouted for me
"Bihah, tolong aku, depa semua ni nak bunuh aku!"
It breaks my heart every single time I remember that scene.
He passed away in his sleep without no one's noticing.
I miss him. And tonight, I miss him more than ever.
I secretly wished that I would wake up in the morning to a text from my Grandpa checking in on me. I'd give anything for it really, though impossible.
Love you Tok Budin, please come back.

