They must be missing me...

Before I go to bed, I just want to say I nearly cried when I thought of a good friend today. It's nearly 3 years since he left, but my heart still aches. Though we only know each other for a couple of years and may not be the best of friends, but he always looked after me and taught me many valuable lessons. For as long as I live, I will never forget this good friend and the things we did.

It is contradicting how I know him through his best friend - my best friend of over 10 years, yet it is only today that I feel he is a better friend. Sad but true, that's how I feel now. But it is too late, I didn't treasure this friend when he was around. I missed him.

Then again for the past few days, I have been dreaming of my grandfather every night. Similarly, I was not very close to my grandfather; but we were still close though. I lived with him since I was born till Sec 2, that's 10 over years. I will never forget how he suffered during his final years. He was a blue-collared worker and is therefore a pretty able-man. But he was plagued by illness like high blood pressure and diabetes, which led to his kidney failure and eventually cancer. He became so weak and vulnerable that he was unable to go for his kidney dialysis alone; I had to accompany him.

I am still crying as I type this entry. But it doesn't matter anyway. Nothing else is more important.