He had been sick for a few weeks now and my parents were tending to his every needs, carrying him up and down the stairs. But by the time he reached the hospital, it was too late. He had tumor in his stomach that had spread to many internal organs. The doctors gave him no more than 3 months. But even that was not to be. He died in the hospital, with my parents by his side.
I was hoping to go see him early this year as he was getting very old. But now, I will (have to) grieve from far.