The more I study about diabetes, the more I thought of grandpa.

Hypoglycaemia took his life away.

He was sent into ICU when aunt and grandma couldn't wake him up from sleep. Then on the same night, mum called home.

Dad was the one who answered the call.

'Har? Your father died?'

The next thing I knew was that my eyes were wet.

Doctor said that he was drowned by brown liquid.

There was no one to blame. And we do not wish to blame anyone.

I would say grandpa had his wish granted by God.

I will always miss you, grandpa.