It was October 2 and people were happy as it was the day of tika. But for me it was the saddest day of my life.

My dearest Grandpa was called by God in heaven on that day. I thought it was just a nightmare, but the truth was that Grandpa was gone leaving me all alone.

Even today I always look down the road hoping that he will walk down it — his walking stick

in hand and glasses perched on his nose. I hope to hear his voice saying, “Hey, I’m back.”

However, I know these wishes will never come true.

And though his body has turned to ashes, he will forever remain in my heart and my memories.

I pray that the Almighty takes good care of my Grandpa.