Life is short!

I miss my Gramps. His name is Mike Jones. I had known him for about 2 years now. I started calling him Gramps as a joke as he has 2 grandchildren and I thought he didn't look that old. So, that was how Gramps started. It was an experience knowing him. He always have stories to share, his fishing expeditions, silliness over not using sunblock and burnt skin, his retirement plans, his family. His jokes are one of a kind. If you don't know him, he looks like a school headmaster. If you know him, you would love his sense of humor, his generosity and his life philosophy.

I remember an incident where it was after the Sichuan earthquake back in 2008. He was posted there for work. He told me how IBM China had pulled together to collect donation and there was a bin in the office to collect soft toys for the homeless kids. He went out and bought one for the bin. I had asked him to buy one soft toy for me to put in the bin as well. He did it that very afternoon during lunch and he even sent me a picture of the white bear. He even added that the bear would bring some comfort to the kid.

I'm still in a state of shock as we were supposed to meet this week and his previous trip to KL was really his last meet up with me. He mentioned then, that would most likely be his last trip to KL and the last time he will be meeting me in KL. Little did I know, how true those words were. I miss my Gramps and his life philosophy which he will e-mail me once inawhile.

Gramps, wherever you are, saying goodbye to you this way is the hardest thing I've ever done, everything else pales in comparison. It makes me realized life is really short and you can't live with all the coulda, woulda and shoulda. Gramps, I hope you are happy now and no more sunburnt legs! You are with your mom now. Have loads of fun and I will definitely meet you when I join you there! I'll try to dream of you for you promised me that you will hear me. RIP Gramps!