well...

On the 15th of March 2009, 9.10pm. My grandfather passed away. No I won't post any pics. I guess it's just to get it all out of my system for the very last time because today was his funeral.
And no need for condolences either coz we know he went away peacefully and he doesn't have to suffer anymore. =)

btw you may not understand this post much. it's not meant for you to anyway.

The waves overlapped slowly
but steadily,
The heaving,
so heavy and aching.

The soul left the house in no flurry,
none but He knew their coming.
Five minutes too late,
but it's more than just fate.
The little boy became a 'heart-breaker',
only to find his own shattered seconds later.

Innocence can understand Grief, and
Grief will call Time a thief.
But really who stole the essence of our spirit?

The latter weeps at her loss,
she looks for a cause.
She hugs the little boy,
and thrusts her pent emotions into his soul,
as if that were suffice to hold off an avalanche.
Behold!

The last stanza, The Last Stanza,
is engraved in bold.
The cover closes on the contained gold.
And the mind's door creaks open,
blowing in melted frost upon the soul.