Cremation of my Grandfather

At 630pm, we proceed to Mandai Crematorium. The time is actually very late because its all fully booked the whole day and 730pm is the earliest slot when we called up on Sunday.
Gee. How come so many people died recently?

Cremation is the process by which the Deceased’s body is exposed to extreme heat (1800 to 2000 degree Fahrenheit) for 2 hours. Through this process, the body is reduced to bone fragment (or ashes), to be collected by family members for its final resting place.

I had been to Vernon Crematorium several years ago (1994 and 2002) where I get to see how my paternal grandparents get pushed into the fire. It was terrible, seeing your loved ones going into the fire. Whom you used to smile and chat with, were no longer with us. The physical person who used to so near, suddenly seems so far away and then being reduced to bones and ashes. That indescribable feeling is just so painful that thinking of it everytime made me cry.
And today, I experienced it again. But its at Mandai Crematorium where its more clean-cut as its using a more advanced technology. The place where I am standing, does not have a clear view as the process was done at a small corner. I do not get to see any fire, only the coffin being carried up mechanically and then get pushed into another deeper area where I supposed is the fire area.
Although not seeing the fire made it less painful for the loved ones but just thinking about it hurts so much. I feel so painful for my small sized grandfather.

Dear Grandfather,
I hope you are relieved of the pain and suffering and will stay happy in your new place. Please watch over grandmother and make her better.

I just saw him on 19th December and 1 week later, he was gone. He has been asking my aunties and uncles to cut his hair but no one know how to cut. Wanted to bring him to the barber but he refused. And finally, my auntie promised him that they will cut his hair for him on the 26th December but then they never get the chance anymore. Its something that they will regret most. For not doing it earlier.
They were choosing his photos, to get the best one and realized that we have taken such few photos with him. The last one was dated 2007. When I see the rosy and pink glow on my grandfather in 2007 and how happy he was, taking a group photo with us, the tears just flowed down. I got reminded that he's no longer with us. My grandfather was no longer with us. He's gone. Forever gone. It hurt so much. It really hurt so much. I know I must be happy for him that he has gone to a better place but it still hurts. I just cannot stop crying.