Day of rude awakening...

This morning, I received a call from my dad and got news that my grandfather is very ill. Apparently, he collapsed on the pavement last night and is currently in a coma. The doctor said that he had suffered a stroke and would not be able to recover as he hit his head. Somehow, as I listened to my dad's trembling voice across half the globe, I can't help but experience tears streaming down my face.

One of my worst fears have come true. I might lose my grandfather soon. The nightmare more than a decade ago, which resulted in me losing my grandma was all coming back to me. Flashbacks of that faithful day, aftermath of the events, family crying everywhere, broken hearts, devastated souls. I cannot illustrate how I feared those moments. Even up till today, I still recall the very details which happened.

The only things that I could be thankful about were:

• Grandma was a Roman Catholic and believer of God, which means that she will go to heaven with her departure from earth

• The event brought the family closer

• It taught me a painful lesson about how I have taken for granted all the things and people that meant so much to be for my own selfish leisure and enjoyment (i.e. going out with friends, chatting online, talking on the phone, etc

Today, I was slapped with the same painful lessons which I have long forgotten. Once again, I have been too selfish. And this time round, things were different. My grandfather, despite years of indicating that he wanted to go to church and follow my grandmother's faith, has just allowed inertia to take place. Likewise, I was just too cowardy to share the gospel with him for fear of rejection. Now, I can only hope that at his deathbed, he really did repent. But I will never know till my death. :(