The usual weekend get-together.. love it.

fell asleep resting on my grandpa's shoulder on the long ride home.. and it feels just like ytd.. the times when we take turns to sit on his lap and listen to stories.. or ask for a piggy back.. or bugging him to take us to the playground when all the other adults refused to. asking for sweets and ice-cream, begging him to take us to the arcade.. him bringing us out for great food and great fun.. especially the fake 20 cents rides with us singing our own songs.. i woke up when he reached my uncle's place and alighted. how he aged. his white hair, weak legs and failing eye sight.

i dunno if it's me. i wonder if it's because i only see him once in awhile that every time i see him he seems older, a lot more than the last time i saw him.

i guess i had always thought of them in the age range of 50+ instead of 70+.. in social work terms, they'd have been considered as the old-old. it never occurred to me that they're already in their 70s.. with their cheerful nature and loud voices that can be heard a corridor away.. and i hope the national statistics are wrong. i hope that the average age of males is NOT 75 and females 80. i hope not. coz it feels like there is not enough time for me to do whatever needs to be done.