it had been weeks n i decided to type this...
finally!!!
blogger is ok!!!
a few pics taken frm my grandma's hse...
the scenery seen frm the balcony...
my grandma's hse is at the 9th floor...
so the secenery is actually quite beautiful...
in the day...
at nitex... at the exact place...
a short story of feelings...
It was dark. The moon could not be seen clearly. It seemed to be blocked by something. Dark clouds? Or was it my tears?
There were sobs and sniffs everywhere. No one was talking. There was no words spoken. Yet everyone understood what the other needed. Some time alone. Tears fell, unheeded.
It was too sudden.
Time just seemed to be cut short. His heart just stopped beating. And he’s gone… forever and ever…
It’s just too shocking… too scary…too abrupt… too unfair…
What happened to the time for last words? What happened to the time for one to at least take a last look? What happened? Why? Why did it have to happen…
That’s life. That was the only answer I had. Everyone sat at the chairs outside the room. The room called the mortuary. A place where no one believed he had to visit in a very long time in the future. But we were all here.
It’s difficult to believe he’s gone… yet, he was. Suddenly, everything about him had to be in past tense. He was kind. He was happy. He was… no more he is…
No matter how much one was crying… the elders always took care of the young. Though she was crying, she remembered to ask if we had dinner or supper. She is my grandma. She was crying so hard. She could not control her sobs but she was worried about everyone’s health.
That was the duty of an adult. The duty of a parent. The duty of a grandparent.
It was kind. It was responsible. It was bittersweet.
Days have passed. Time has gone on. The Earth is still spinning. The sun is still rising and setting. Grief has to be let go. Life has to move on.
He might not be returning but that had to be what he wanted, wasn’t it?
There were sobs and sniffs everywhere. No one was talking. There was no words spoken. Yet everyone understood what the other needed. Some time alone. Tears fell, unheeded.
It was too sudden.
Time just seemed to be cut short. His heart just stopped beating. And he’s gone… forever and ever…
It’s just too shocking… too scary…too abrupt… too unfair…
What happened to the time for last words? What happened to the time for one to at least take a last look? What happened? Why? Why did it have to happen…
That’s life. That was the only answer I had. Everyone sat at the chairs outside the room. The room called the mortuary. A place where no one believed he had to visit in a very long time in the future. But we were all here.
It’s difficult to believe he’s gone… yet, he was. Suddenly, everything about him had to be in past tense. He was kind. He was happy. He was… no more he is…
No matter how much one was crying… the elders always took care of the young. Though she was crying, she remembered to ask if we had dinner or supper. She is my grandma. She was crying so hard. She could not control her sobs but she was worried about everyone’s health.
That was the duty of an adult. The duty of a parent. The duty of a grandparent.
It was kind. It was responsible. It was bittersweet.
Days have passed. Time has gone on. The Earth is still spinning. The sun is still rising and setting. Grief has to be let go. Life has to move on.
He might not be returning but that had to be what he wanted, wasn’t it?
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