My Grand-Pa

Born April 9th 1924

At the age of 16, he joined the British Air-Force (RAF) as an engine aero-fitter...
When he was 17, the 2nd world war hit Singapore... and he was on a ship for England. Halfway, his ship got bombed and he was captured in Java.

He spent the next 3 years in a concentration camp... maybe he was lucky, he was appointed the cook for the camp... food was not a problem for him...

There was this story he told us (grand kids) once...

He said he was stealing some rotten pig's liver for his own consumtion... he placed the liver in a plastic bag and hid it in his cap which he wore...
All of a sudden, there was a role-call and my grand-pa thought he was gonna be shot for stealing food...
The inmates were required to number-off in japanese... my grand-pa screwed up the number-off and a young korean solider with the rank of private use a baton to hit his head...
Yeap, you guess it right... the bag of liver burst and blood from the liver flowed down my grand-pa's head....
Both the young korean and my grand-pa was scared shit... because... the camp only allowed sargenants and above to hit the inmates...
While my grand-pa was afraid of being caught for stealing... the young korean excused my grand-pa to wash his face in the sea... that was where he threw the liver away...

When i heard his story, i laughed like crazy because i found it so funny and dumb...

Just the other day... i think i was a monday... i brought my grand-pa out for lunch at Great World City... He wanted to eat some japanese food and after that he wanted to visit Cold Storage.
At the japanese restaurent, he ordered some Bento and he started to eat... while eating, he said the food was a lot and he couldn't finish...
Just seeing him eat... is like a young boy falling in love... but it was i who loved my grand-pa... while i had my Bento... a thought about not having my grand-pa around just caused me to lose my appetite... i couldn't finish my Bento either...

I know that if the day comes when my grand-pa is not around anymore, i shouldn't feel sad... as i spent time with him in the last days of his life...

Most people would say, "i wish i had spend time with (insert name)"

I know when my grand-pa is not around anymore i would say,
"Gong Gong... i will miss the times we had together... and i will spend more time with you in heaven..."

Those who are reading my blog,
please... spend time with your loved-ones... for you might never know when they may move on...


PS: my grand-pa is still alive and well!