With that, Yeye is gone.

Finally, the funeral is over. Said goodbye to my beloved Grandpa.

It's such a strange mix of emotions. My sadness came with a sense of peace and closure. There were times when I looked at his photo and missed him so much that I cried uncontrollably. But when I stared at the body, I saw only an empty shell. Yeye is not inside there. I have an image of him standing beside me at the casket, patting my head while my tears fall. The undertaker saw me crying and told me to take care not to wet Yeye's body.

I hope he liked my eulogy to him. I tried my best to share my memories of him - a stern yet loving grandfather, head of the household who keeps the family together.

Our priority now is to look after grandma and grandaunt. And to ensure we stay close-knit as a family even in Yeye's absence. Yes, I really love my family. Thank you, Yeye, for teaching us what is important in life. We will remember.

With Yeye's passing, I have started wondering what heaven is really like. Is it all white? Are there houses? Can we still recognise each other? Is Yeye standing at the pearly gates, waiting patiently for us to come? He used to stand at the window and wait for the sight of our cars.

Yeye, I played mahjong with Mama and Yipo the other day and won HKD30. Did you see that? There was an amber rainstorm warning the day we left. But we made it safely back to Singapore. Don't worry about us. Still missing you a lot, Yeye. Where are you now? Which part of heaven? I wish you could write back to me...