Saturday, April 28, 2007

2 weeks.

it was the time past since my maternal Grandpa died.

The declaration announced on Saturday night. He was pronounced dead.

D-E-A-D.

The similar moment took my soul away. It was the same way i watched my paternal Grandpa passed away. One at the community home, the other right at home.

He died.

There wasn't a need to say anything more. What could necessary be done would be when he was still alive. The next was obsolete. i reached out for his body, took his hands, touched his chest and felt his forehead. He was already turning cold, less the brain and the heart areas where his organs began to fail.

He left a body, cold behind. That body was useless. It ain't moving. The breathe of God wasn't present anymore. It laid lifeless. Grandpa couldn't have done anything.

Life is short.

That showed me how drastic living people were. What a pathetic life we're living. Do we live for a meaning? OR simply breathe for the living? A heart warmed body like ours while useful are we making gd use of it? OR do we want it cold before we realise it's too late to do anything?

I'll make it a point to hug my loved ones from now on when i have the chance to. My parents, my bro, my baby, my community. While we still breathe, Love.

What grievance can you not release and what sins can you not forgive until you see your loved ones or friends past away before your very eyes? Must there be a closure before one can close his case?

Insanity.

As he thought he could enjoy his life with the family, cancer struck. One entire year of suffering before his eyes could finally shut forever. I told da that grandpa's suffering finally came to an end but to my spirit, it only just began. His salvation was lost. I almost lost myself in that moment. I held my tears, restraint my emotions. There wasn't anything i could have done then, even if i could was when he still breathes.

I blamed myself. Couldn't have told anyone how i felt. It was ironic. i felt the pain inside but i simply numb it.

Strong everywhere is strength nowhere.

To the living, live on.
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