Vigil

We rarely miss someone until they’re gone.

Riding through Sri Petaling with some friends last night, we passed by this signboard that literally translates as Chicken Nest Pao. A combination of lo mai kai and pao — two of grandpa’s favourite foods. Automatically I made a mental note to mention this to dad.

And then I remembered that grandpa was gone. His last day was a week ago, and his last meal was at least a month ago.

And to think of the ridiculous things I do with my food.

I am occasionally, though very very rarely ED. How is this related to grandpa’s death I’m not sure, but I am going to stop making myself sick, completely.

Grandpa, you will be missed. And please don’t break dad’s heart while you take leave.