Death. A permanent way of leaving - saying goodbye. We all know we'll end up to this. All of us would die. It is better to be realistic than to be optimistic. But then again, thinking of this thought would be so difficult. People going apart from each other because of some circumstances is hard; how much more when one has to leave permanently and never come back? We don't own our lives. It is something borrowed; something precious that the God gave us. Just a few minutes awhile ago, I was sitting in front of my computer when my cousin came. When I saw her cry, I knew right then and there' something's wrong. Then she told me our grandfather is gone.
Since the day my grandfather was sent to the hospital, he started to get weak. He was a strong man I must say, but then again, the pain from the operation and his fractured leg swallowed him.
I remember when I was younger, he would send us packages from the States. I would feel so excited every time a huge truck loaded with big boxes would come to our house. I remembered before, he bought me a bike. He told me not to let anyone borrow because it might get broken or something. One day I forgot about what he said and so I lend my bike to my friend. When he learned about it, he got mad and after that I grew fear in him.
Though I fear him, I still love him. I believe he is someone smart. He's deep too when it comes to thinking about life and religious stuffs. Though there were times when I get totally annoyed when he asks me to do this and that, somehow I regretted those times. I wished I could have just cherished those memories.
His last few days in the hospital were really piercing my heart. I just can't stand there seeing him in so much pain that is why I would just go out, hang around with friends and forget about everything. But when I would come and visit him in the hospital, I feel the pain once again. I know there was no escape. Every night I would pray to God and hoped that he could just take away the pain my grandfather is bearing, knowing there care only two ways for that to happen; one, for him to get healed, and the other, for him to say goodbye.
He was a father, a grandfather, a soldier, a hero. He may have his short comings too, but I guess its the reality - the reality that everyone has our own flaws - flaws that molded us to what kind of person we are.
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