I learned that my grandfather died last night.
He had prostate cancer which became dominant last year. Because of old age, they opted out the operation coz it would’ve hastened his loss even more.
I don’t exactly know what I felt when I cried this morning. Probably sadness. The last time I saw my grandfather was when he was still living with my mom. He’s still strong. I mean, not bed-ridden. Two years ago, he even was in a coma and then woke up after one month! After recovery, he again can walk on his own and he didn’t lose his memory inspite of being 93 years old. That was just last year.
Probably I was wondering. I wasn’t able to hear his thoughts the time when he’s already weak. I wasn’t able to talk to him in the last days of his life. I was wondering if he was still as attached to his material possessions as he was.
I remembered there was a time when I prayed for my grandfather when he was still alive. I hope that in his last moments, he was able to realize that his relationship with God and love of his family were the most important than anything in this world.
I believe that God has granted him peace.
We love you Lolo!