Spoke to a friend this afternoon and mentioned about my grandpa, who passed away when I was 17, and it occurred to me just how very much I missed and loved this one man who was literally one of the 3 most important men in my life. A man whom I would gladly have given up my own life in exchange for his.

And I missed him. So very badly.

Memories flood my mind about his unconditional love for me, and my heart feels terribly lovesick for this incredible man who loved me, cared for me and protected me, all through my growing years. Here is one man who refused to give up on me, and despite my countless rebellious ways as a kid and a teenager, he had stood by me and never once complained.

I love my grandpa, beyond what words alone can describe. And will always love him until the day I am reunited with him again in heaven, with Jesus.

I miss you Ah-Gong...