Godly man. During his last days, Mum moved to his home for quite a few months, to take care of him. It was just a five minute walk. He had his spleen removed, in attempt to solve a sickness, that till this day I have no clue what it was. Perhaps a typical old man's disease. Apparently some blood disorder, cancer variant. I remember he would wake up in the wee hours of the morning. He would sit by his table with the table lamp on, singing, reading the Bible and praying. It was said by I can't remember who, that after his death, it seemed as though marriages started to fall apart, and family ties loosed. Perhaps it was only natural that his children did not want to burden him with their marital problems, or it could also seem that he had been praying for his children all the while, and once the prayer stopped, things started falLg apart. I didn't know how to communicate with him. His native language was hokkien. Mum told me he only picked up mandarin in his 60s or 70s. I could speak a few words with him, but n
ever really anything much more than the superficial. I remember an old yamaha piano in the living room, which he would play once in a while. His favourite song: What A Friend We Have In Jesus. He would play it in striking chords, a two handed chord for every syllable, I can still audibly recall the way he played. Immediately it invokes memories of a much simpler time. I also remember a red carpet in his room, and white synthetic leather sofa, a shelf full of trophys, not his but from his children. The house never belonged to him anyway. In the master bed room, there were beds with blue frames, and also a bathtub that nobody used. The house was almost nearly never clean, kampung style I suppose. He would wear slippers everywhere he went, and sat on his prime custom cushion chair just next to the main door. Grandfather also planted churches in China. Details I am not aware of. One day I do desire that I can be there first hand.