Loss

This CNY i went to visit my grandpa at his home, and its the first/only/and last cny i visited him. When I was young, he always ride his bike to my house and flood the fridge with delifrance for me and my sis, and he often slept at the attic on the third floor of our house. After we moved, we didn't see him, and once, he search almost the whole Jurong west to search for our new house, then when he got home, he called and said he couldn't find the place. Few days later, he finally came up to my house. This cny we visted him, and he gave us one whole bag of oranges and i felt super guilty for leaving them in the cinema cause i forgotten about it. So i told myself I wanna grow up quickly so i can bring my grandpa around, and visit him frequently. Last monday, he passed away in his home when his room mate couldn't wake him up, and so he called my aunt. Lucky my aunt came back from the states a few days earlier than planned, if not nobody can be contacted. For the pass few days his room mate came down to his wake every night to offer his respects, n looked extremely grieved. Every afternoon he just sat below his block. Even the coffeshop below my grandpa's block came every morning to bring food over for my grandpa. And his indian neighbour even cried when she knew the news. For the pass few days i only slept 5 hours when i got home from the wake in the morning, then we have to go back again. I feel very sorry because I realised that I didn't learned to cherish and i couln't grow up quickly.