Remember I blogged about my grandfather?

That night itself, I actually dreamt about him...

I recalled talking to an Indian couple who just announced that they are intending to tie the knot. Out of a sudden, they told me that my grandfather is behind. I turned around and saw a very weak and old man. He has aged, and if I could not recognise his dressing, I might not have identified him at all. Because he was holding a walking stick, hands trembling, struggling to walk each step... very very old indeed.

I froze. I was shocked. I could not move. It was only when the couple urged me to help him that I realised what had happened. I stood up, moved over to my grandfather, and realised that he was hunching so much that his height is only till my chest. He used to be taller than me, around 175cm. But now... I just stood there, hugged him and cried. Cried my heart out. Though it was only a dream, but I can feel the reality, the pain I endured when I cried. It's really piercing...

The next thing I know is we were all seated. My grandfather then told me that I may be feeling low during this period of time, but everything will fall into place. Be patient and have confidence in yourself. The sobbing me felt relieved. Because everytime when my grandfather assured me about something, I will feel more secure. He then went on to tell my friends not to get married too early, that there might be others out there more suitable for them. Ok, I'm not really sure what that implies, but the dream ended there.

It felt so real. You know... as though he has really paid me a visit. And it is not the first time that he has done so. Many times already.. yet, it still seem so real. But it's the first time, I see him aged, with wrinkles and shagging skin. Do we still aged when we have passed on?

Haiii... makes me miss him more.. really sad...