Just found out that Cynthia’s grandma has just passed away. My deepest condolences to Cyn and her family. Death has always been a scary thing to me. I am blessed as there aren’t any deaths in my family throughout my lifetime until last October, when my uncle passed away. I could not imagine how life would be when someone dear in your life no longer exists. It all seems so surreal. I always think that it will not ever happen to me but the truth is, each and every one of us will leave this world one day. Cynthia’s loss reminds me of my own aging grandparents. They were they ones who took care of me when was a kid. Granddad used to take me to kindergarten when I was a kid and grand ma used to coax me to go to kindy everyday. I remember crying each morning when I needed to attend kindergarden classes. I would beg so that I didn’t have to go but that didn’t last long, after a few weeks of coaxing I started to enjoy pre-school. Those were the days when I was my grandparent’s pride and joy, their lil princess as I was the only grand daughter they had at that time. *imagine how spoilt I was back then*smirk*
That was so many years ago. Now my grandparents are frail looking with wrinkly skin. They are slowly loosing the ability to live independently. They constantly need medical attention and even more so they needed the attention and tender kindness from their children and grandchildren. This pains my heart when I look at them but a part of me is too coward to form a close bond with them. Some days when I see them, I choose to remain silent and disconnected for the fear that it may be too difficult to see them go. I wish for nothing but happiness for my family and everyone around me.
Appreciate what you have before it’s all too late.