This took place slightly more than a week before. Well, to cut the long story short, my grandma had passed away. I heard it was heart failure in the hospital which caused her demise. On the day of her passing itself - 10 April 2008 - a phone call came at around 6 am which notified my parents about something critical pertaining to my grandma, then at about 6.50am, my mum came and asked me if i wanted to go pay a visit at the hospital to which i replied "I've got work". My mum then told me that the doctor had warned that it might very well be her last moment and that was when my conscience really struck me hard (I hadn't been visiting her for quite some time). I remained rather flabbergasted for a while and then i agreed to go with my parents. My brother continued to sleep at home because he slept at around 4am and was extremely exhausted.

At the hospital, i saw my relatives - my aunts, uncles and some cousins, most of whom were crying - and my grandma was, fortunately, still alive. However, she was already gasping for breath, and seem to be very much in pain. I stood outside the ward for awhile with two of my uncles, then the doctor came by and told us that my grandma had been really strong and held out for a real long time, but also told us to be mentally prepared nonetheless.
I walked inside with a heavy heart, my aunt signalled with her hand for me to go over to the bedside which i did, and then i held my grandma's hand... for the last time. At that time, i really couldnt help but to start crying - i didnt want to lose my grandma but i knew her time had really come, and she would have to go real soon.
After awhile, my mum started discussing with my uncles about some preparations and stuff they have to do and so they had to go off, and my mum took the chance to send me to work.

I resumed work at about 9:30am and all the way until 3pm when my mum called me on my phone and said "Ah ma has just passed away, are you able to take leave off your work and head off to the hospital?". My heart fell. As my supervisor wasn't around, i told my friend's supervisor - Mr. Thong - about taking the emergency leave and my reason. He gave me the permission without any hesitation and was even gave my $50 for what us chinese called "bai jing" (I havent an idea about what it is in english). So i took a taxi to the hospital and when i arrived at the ward, all i could hear was weeping and the chanting from some mini  sound-producing device. My grandma laid montionless on the bed clad in her usual clothes. My aunt and cousin were beside her. I didnt shed a tear then, i didnt want to because im a guy, well, not until i walked forward to my grandma and said "Ah ma, i'm wei wei, i've come". Back then, a surge of sadness came by and forced the tears out of my eyes.

About an hour later, the mortuary people came and transported her body to the void deck of the flat near her home, where the wake would be held. Tents and tables were already set up by the time we got there.

At night, we burnt joss paper for her and i also started folding some kind of paper money and that was how the night passed.