First of, today is my birthday and I would like to thank everyone for the kind greetings. It was very appreciated! =D

But sadly, today I could not have the stomach to celebrate as intended and had it postponed. Because something horrible has happened...

My grandfather on my mother's side, Lars Annell, has passed away this morning after fighting long and hard against various sicknesses, heart failures and cancer.

Lars was a large and proud man, I often see him chopping on wood at their summer home and being merry and happy with my grandmother Héléne and like everyone else of the family, I had good relations with him. Regrettably, due to my past works and my own physical problems (the gall stones), I could not visit them often. Yesterday he was brought to the emergency ward and without doubt in my mind, I had to visit him. As I take my final glances at him, he no longer look like the man I used to know. Pale, skinny and weak, he looks nothing like Lars I knew and that is utterly tragic that I could barely look at him. It's like he grew 20 years older in just one day. Though I left earlier than intended, I had my parents send over my last message to him;

"Though you may pass away before you could witness my dreams fulfilled,

My loving memories of you shall strengthen my resolve."

And many manly tears were shed on that day.

And this morning, he took his final breath and his life tale ended in peaceful silence. Though I was too mentally tired from yesterday, my heart broke from the news.

How the life can remind you of your mortality in the most cruelest way.

But I mustn't grieve forever. Though Lars has peacefully left us and is in a better place, he wouldn't want me to wallow in my sorrows. My final words has a meaning and I will do as it is written.

Lars Annell, a good husband and a father, you're the man. I love you and I hope you rest in peace, big guy.