I went home to the province almost a month ago to attend my grandfather's funeral... I didn't cry when I was firstly informed that he passed away, must be because I was thinking that he's already at peace with our Dear Father. I attended the vigil and all the funeral activities for 5 days without taking a look nor a glance to grandpa's remains.. I just can't seem to have the courage to do so...and even during the final call for viewing, before the coffin closes, I still didn't..I just cried..finally I cried!
At the cemetery, when all the family members were the only ones left, I talked to grandpa in the corner of my heart..I said sorry for not braving myself and that I hope he'll understand. It's not that I have fear of dead people it's just that I don't want to change the look of his face inside my memory. I wanted to forever remember him with that look of life that even when age enveloped him, he still carries the look of a handsome castillan decent. Also, I made a little request to him since he is now technically closer to God, I asked him to help me in ending my search for Mr. Right..haha..I know it sounds crazy but it was just a mere request.
At the Airport, on my way back to Manila...a very inquisitive guy approached me. He was so annoying and had ask a lot of questions about myself. I know he was just trying to be friendly but he's making the definition of friendly as irritating already however..inspite of that fact, I still gave him my number in the end. toink!
Anyways, I would just like to end my story by saying... "How quickly grandpa answered my request.".... xoxo
At the cemetery, when all the family members were the only ones left, I talked to grandpa in the corner of my heart..I said sorry for not braving myself and that I hope he'll understand. It's not that I have fear of dead people it's just that I don't want to change the look of his face inside my memory. I wanted to forever remember him with that look of life that even when age enveloped him, he still carries the look of a handsome castillan decent. Also, I made a little request to him since he is now technically closer to God, I asked him to help me in ending my search for Mr. Right..haha..I know it sounds crazy but it was just a mere request.
At the Airport, on my way back to Manila...a very inquisitive guy approached me. He was so annoying and had ask a lot of questions about myself. I know he was just trying to be friendly but he's making the definition of friendly as irritating already however..inspite of that fact, I still gave him my number in the end. toink!
Anyways, I would just like to end my story by saying... "How quickly grandpa answered my request.".... xoxo
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