For the first time, I flew to Penang twice in a week.

I went back to Penang over the weekend for my best friend’s wedding. On saturday evening, my mom called and told me that my grandpa was ill and was sending him to the hospital.

Since then, everything just went past so quickly.

When I visited him at the hospital 2 hours before taking a plane back to Singapore, he still talked to me and his fever subsided. Without thinking much, I told him that I was leaving and waved good bye. He asked:”Where are you going?”

I was surprised because I thought he knew. I answered:“Back to Singapore, ah gong. I have to work tomorrow.” He gave me the longest look ever. I thought he was just being confused. He looked at me as I waved and left the room until he lost sight of me.

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Monday evening, my mom called me again. She said:”Ah gong is very ill, he is in ICU now. Doctor asked us to be ready….”

I don’t like the sound of it, because I knew he WILL be ok. Nonetheless, I broke down in tears at my cubicle.
The thought of him looking at me that day broke my heart into million pieces.

I decided to go back again 2 days later. Mom said:“Remember to bring a pair of black pants back.”

“For what??!!” I asked.

“Well, just in case…”

I refused to.

She picked me up from the airport and I started crying, all the way to the hospital. My first time crying 3 days in a row.

When we were on the way there, mom’s phone rang. We were very frightened. Any phone call coming from the hospital at this crucial time will put a stop to our hearts. The staff said:“Hi, we’ve transferred the patient to normal ward.”

We thought the doctor had given up treating him. But the staff affirmed us that his condition was alright to be moved out of ICU.

Finally, I saw him. He couldn’t remember my name. I caressed his head and spoke close to his ears.“Ah gong, I’m back again…” He looked at me but didn’t respond. My heart so sore that I broke down in tears again.

For 4 days….I had seen him attaching to tubes and machines. I left on Saturday afternoon. As I bent forward to tell him that I was leaving again, he looked at me and said:“Ah? So fast? How…”

My ah gong can whine and complain now. In just 4 days, I saw his life hanging on the line to whining and complaining…I think I like the whining ah gong better. Our prayers are answered. It’s truly a MIRACLE that he survives….by God’s grace, I’m sure he will live for many years to come.

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