Missing him a lot...

I was about to write a blog about my grandfather. It's been three (3) years and eight (8) months since he died, I thought I already moved-on, but then, as I continue writing about him, I felt missing him so much and I become aware of my tears rolled down my cheeks... I just really missed him... and thinking that if he's still alive, maybe I could have a chance to hug him, tell him I’m sorry and I love him so much. If he’s still alive now, maybe our family/relatives would not be chaotic right now. <Sigh>

 But then, I believe in the saying: “no one is permanent in this world.” All of us died for some reasons and God has a purpose for everything… :)