all those times when i visited him at his house he's well and healthy-the usual fit grampa. i couldnt care less about what he did, seriously, and how he was feeling and all that, cos i'm not close at all to my dad's side of the family. now he looks so frail and weak.. but his eyes still have that shine in them. it sort of earns a certain kind of respect. seeing him so helpless in the hospital bed pained me; i never thought it would that much!
maybe it's cos i've already lost 2 grandparents in the course of just 3 months this year.. from january to march. and this grampa's not saved. so i'm especially especially worried. after my dad's mum's death, i simply cant lose another loved one who doesnt know God yet! Lord please dont take him away he's not ready to go yet...
=( sigh.
i keep on praying; keep praying till it hurts... but it never seems to be enough.
i took a break;
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