Dear Grandpa, I did not even get to tell you anything before you passed away six years ago.

As you looked strict and fierce, I did not even dare to stand in your way or even interrupt you in any way. I did not even talk to you as your fierce looks sent shivers down my spine.

I always remember vividly on that fateful day, my brother and I were watching television when the phone rang.

“’Mum! Phone!’ my brother and I shouted, being too lazy to pick up the phone.

After a conversation with the person at the other end, my mum placed down the phone.

She broke out into loud, uncontrollable sobs which escalated into wails and she felt that her world had collapsed. My brother and I crowded around her.

She mumbled, ‘Your grandfather has passed a…away.’

Being a girl of only six years old then, I did not exactly know what the fuss was all about. After a few days, we attended my grandfather’s funeral and I thought at that time, “Why was there anything to cry about?”

As I grew up, I finally realized why my once strong and great mother would cry for that matter. I really regret not talking to you when I was young.

I hoped that, just for once, I can hold your hands and say to you, “I love you.”