visited ahgong today.father's side. he's in quite a bad state i think.in fact awful. sometimes i feel that growing old is quite a harsh fact.and i wonder jus now, whether he does feel that he is suffering at all.or he simply cant.
sadly thou, i din have much interaction with him when i was younger.or perhaps i was too young to recall any.and den jus now auntie told me that HE was the one who gave me my chinese name.tat struck me quite deeply cus i realised i wasn't that close to him when i was younger.now there he is,bedridden.unable to speak nor wash himself. unable to swallow properly. and then there was nothing much i could do except watch and perhaps pray that he's condition gets better the next day.
life is like food,as what bryan told me. cus both of which have their own expiry dates.but its fragility does prove its point every now and then, like some irreversible chemical reaction
if i had a wish,that would be to make growing old easier.
