He Is Still Alive In My Heart

Death?!? Everybody is afraid of death because they are scared to leave behind their loved ones. Every time I hear the word death, it gives me this weird feeling of anger. Maybe because it always takes away from me the most important persons whom I treasure in my life. One of which is my beloved grandfather. As far as I know, he was 75 then when he died because of organ failures due to his Diabetes. It was really a shocking news for our family and especially for me, for the fact that I am a Lolo's girl.


On the eve of September 24, 2005, our family was having a small gathering because some of our relatives from Bohol visited us here in Cebu. As for me, I excused myself because I have to go to the Internet cafe to do some researches for my assignment. When I left, everybody was still laughing and they were having a good time. But when I came home, you know what I saw? I saw them in an opposite mood. It is as if someone died because there faces are so sad and their eyes are teary. I know something wrong happened when I was gone. My mother approached me and hugged me so tightly. She told me that they received a call from Bohol and said that my Lolo had just passed away a few hours ago. I told her that It was not a good joke. But I saw the seriousness in her eyes. I look at everybody especially my father who was my Lolo's son. He looks so down. I just leaned at the wall and I felt that I want to cry my heart out and then suddenly my tears just ell from my eyes. At that moment I just want to ride on a ship to Bohol and hugged the cold dead body of my grandfather. I was not even given a chance to say how thankful and how I lucky am to have a very loving and caring grandfather in the whole wide world. And now all I want to say is, "I love you Lolo". Early the next morning, my father and my brothers rode on a ship to Bohol to manage the needed papers for my grandfather's death. Unfortunately, I was not able to come with them because it was still our school days. I felt so sad and disappointed. But I told my mother that perhaps I could have be absent on the Friday. Even though we were going to have a test that day I told her that it is much more important to attend the wake of my Lolo because it is the last time that I will be able to show him how much I respect and love him. My mother and I went there Friday evening. We arrived on the port of Talibon, Bohol at 4 a.m. in the morning. As we were approaching the house of my grandparents, all I can see are bright lights coming from the wake. We went inside and saw the coffin of my grandfather. I felt a little bit scared because I was afraid of coffins and dead people. But I know I should not be afraid because my teacher said that we should not be afraid of the dead but of the those who are still living in this world. And perhaps he is my most beloved Lolo. Why should I be afraid? He looks like he was just sleeping and happy for where he is right now.


Somehow I moved on already because I know he is with God and happily living with angels. And I realized that it was what he wanted and I don't want him to suffer from his disease. Someday I know and I am hoping that we will be all together in paradise.