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Just four days.... He is beyond recognition, as much as I'm concern. Weaken by his cancerous cells, he hasn't eaten much for the past 10 days. Just couple of drop of formulated milk, few sips of water and he will start coughing. My grandfather has almost reach the terminal point of his life, a little dosage of morphine every hour and the oxygen mask is what they are providing him now. Lying on the hospital bed, presuming that will be the very last bed he will ever sleeps on, he stares at only one direction... The sky. The view of out from the window.  Nothing catches his attention, not even the physical presence of his relatives, nor the noise of visiting little children from the opposite bed or the grunts from the old sickly patient beside. He is waiting.... Waiting for his life to end. Like a candle, slowly burning itself out with each second passes by, the flame diminishes. It sadden me greatly, tendancy to feel gloomy with tears flickering around my dilated pupil. It worsen whenever I recalled my mum telling him not to worry, everything is gonna be alright. Just rest and go peacefully, don't worry about us.... No one knows how long he will last.... [Spoken By]__Ace at 9:08 AM |