MyStory

Although I have associated with countless of people in my life, He is respected most and had made great impact on me in my life. Basically, nobody could ever be compared to him. His personality was admirable, always putting others before himself. He had many friends which remained till time separates them. He may be reflected as an ordinary and simple man, however in my eyes, he was the greatest person.

My hero had little education even though he loved to attend school. However, he has to endure hard work since young. There were little opportunities for him to attend school as he was not born in a wealthy family. Being the man in the family, he leaves his hometown and come to Singapore at the age of 11 to look for job. He work very hard, coming home late in the night just to ensure there would be enough for food the next day. He overcome all odds and led life that impacts me greatly.

He never failed to encourage me through my life regardless in school or in my personal experiences in life. His repetitive naggings at me have definitely benefited me, one way or another. In my hour of anguish, he would place his assuring hand on my shoulder before uttering words of consolation and encouragement - failure is just another path in life, another step to succeed. He was unassuming, yet his words carried much weight.

In my childhood memories, he took up a big place in my life. Even though my mother dotes on me as well, I am still very much closer to him. I would stay at his place every weekend and his place becomes my second home. We were so close that my mother always says “since you like him so much, why not you just move over to his place.” Ever since I entered primary school, the time I spend with him got lesser and lesser. I still remembered how childish I was, spending hours telling him about school life and he will just sit there smiling while listen patiently to me.

Recently, grandfather suffered tremendously during the battle with stomach and throat cancer but he remained optimistic and cheerful. The constant visits to the hospital and the bags of medicines were a torment. Each time he swallowed the cups of medicines, I see him grabbing tightly onto the bed, as though he was saying ‘as long as I am still alive, I still have a chance of recovering.’ Even though we all knew that the chance of recovering was only very slim, I still hope that he could recover soon. When he was in the hospital, I visited him almost everyday. All the treatments felt like thousands of needles poking in him which left him whining. Despite this, he remained strong and tried his very best to fight against the battle between the devil of cancers and himself. That fateful night, he passed away in his sleep, but I knew he did not give up instead he found the best way to relieve all his sufferings.

He is my grandfather, my greatest hero. Till now, He still lives in my heart, like a lamp which brightens up my life. Within me, I know he is my teacher, my inspiration and my hero. He is the reason for me to become a better person each day. He is just like the lamp post on streets that shines rays of hopes on me, leading me to many roads and brings about the aspects of life that I should treasure - compassion and optimism. This is a debt of gratitude for all he has done for me. Thank you so much, my dearest grandfather.