When I was young, I always had the idea that my grandfather as a
surly old man who made my grandmother upset all the time. She complained so much about him that she had every relative of ours believing that he was an extremely hostile person. At one time, even I believed her complaints. However, as I grew older, I began to take the time to get to know my grandfather.
I realised that he was not at all like what my grandmother said. He was someone who was independent. He loved travelling by train where he could go from one end of Singapore to the other with ease. Sometimes, I would catch him walking around the bus interchange in my area. When that happened, we would head for the food centre for a drink or some food. I became extremely fond of my grandfather and I would make the extra effort to have a close relationship with him.
The shocking news of his death came at the time of my June holidays two years ago. I remember how I cried the whole time at his funeral. I felt a great loss for some time and I refused to do anything else but
mope around the house. Although the rest of the relatives were not so attached to him, I knew that they felt sad too.
Today, I still remember my grandfather as a caring person . His memories will always stay with me. like a box of treasure which can only be opened by me.