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Hickory Dickory Dock! The mouse ran up the clock but never came back down. The clock struck 12 and it's 5 weeks since my grandad rode the bicycle out of the house at 7.30am for a haircut but never came back. Hit by an early onslaught of alzheimer's, he cycled and cycled to find his way home. 80 km passed before his cycling came to end. He'd crashed onto a motorcycle at 10pm breaking every bone imaginable and puncturing his lungs. The bicycle was intact but he wasn't. The sirens of the ambulance screamed all the way from Batu Gajah to Ipoh but he'd lost too much blood.

Hickory Dickory Dock. The clock's stopped at 87 and the tears have dried.

"Its been 5 weeks since i finally drove up to your house. But this time you weren't running out eagerly to open the gates. 5 minutes went by and still no one. 3 decades of love and memory is now a treasure trove under lock and key. In loving memory of the only grandfather i've ever had the privilege of. May God have mercy on your soul." Agape