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Saturday, January 29, 2011

I knew it was coming, but I didn't expect it to come so fast. Or rather, I didn't want it to happen so fast. 6 months. That's all my grandfather has left to live. I was never close to him. But I always had that utmost respect for him. He always felt so strong to me. Noble and full of authority. He always doted on my brother and me. and he always buys treats for Dumppy. He was the only father figure I had in the family.

I remember crying my heart out that day at West Coast when someone or something, I can't remember, reminded me of my late grandmother. That day happened to be her first death anniversary. Now my grandfather...I can't bear to see him go. There's so much I want to show him when I'm older. When I achieve my dreams. I wanted him to be there, looking at me with pride. 

The worse feeling in the world, is the heart wrenching pain of losing someone dear. I literally feel the pain in my chest. It's so painful.