When I was little, I used to have these recurring nightmares that my nan would pass away. Because we lived in Singapore at the time, the only thing that would go through my mind during these dreams was that I never got a chance to say goodbye, or that I couldn’t remember our last words with each other. It never occurred to me that the same thing could ever happen to Wally. He was always just this rock, something that would always be there. He always seemed so indestructible. Until now.