He laid in a room which smelt of medicine and chemicals.

Slowly, gingerly, i walked up to him.
There he was, very much semi-conscious. It would've been a consolation if he'd actually recognised me. Even so, I was sure he'd acknowledged my presence.

The room was quiet, the whirring of the air conditioning was the only sound reflected within the room.

Reduced to mere skins and bones. All signs of life had been drained from him-once vibrant, and vivacious.
Now, had been replaced by sheer hollowness, emptiness.

Temperature was cool enough. At least i thought so. But he was drawn in and hidden beneath the white sheets that covered his emaciated body.

He must've been experiencing tremendous turmoil.
She must've experienced emotional wreckage for the second time now.


It wasn't an easy thing to watch him. His constant shallow breathing is the only indication of life in him. Once in a while, he'll jerk awake, struggling to expel whatever that was obstructing his windpipe.
He did so, out came the phlegm, along with traces of blood.

I hope he gets well soon. May his health be restored.
If that's not what he wants., then- Pray Lord that he'll be receive thee in his heart, may the gospel reach in and he shall seek solace under your arms and dwell with thee.




That was my visit to the SGH to see my grandfather. Seems like he hasn't much time left here.

Daddy's admitted into Alexandra hospital, some wound infection due to his diabetes.
I hope grandma gets more rest too. She looks pretty much bushed.

All that's left now- is pray and hope.