I missed gym for a couple of weeks. Mainly becos the girl’s grandpa passed away.
It was a remorseful event. The first time, i ever experienced how life is so fragile.
I reckon he must be strong man in his thirties/fourties (based on the photos). Rather handsome
in his late twenties as well. It was a christian wake, so not much of those ‘cry out loud’ moments.
I was with the girl for almost a week. We spent nights at sgh looking after him, watching late night shows, having
junk food to kill those hunger pangs, check on grandpa’s temperature, his heart rate/oxygen, pulse.
We reckon the nurses were almost sick of us. but they were nice people.
Years ago, i am much eager to be a nurse one day. But after merely a week at sgh, i realise i dont want
to be one. not much that i cant, but i admire how much patience they have in order to get patients to have
their meals, accept patients scoldings, how much attention they must provide to them, sometimes even
those shitty work. The girl cried all day and i shed tears when the body was sent for cremeation. On a
lighter note, all things are well again. thanks goodness!!
rachel @ homelessconcept
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