"Leaving A Sad Memory"

Dear Diary,

Today is March 6, 2007. This day belongs to, the saddest memory of my life. As far as I know, the remains and footsteps of this memory is still fresh in my and heart.

It was during one of the hot summer days of March’s sixth day, eight years ago. My grandfather died to this day because of an unexplainable event. Ten days before this, he was still very healthy. He even just plowed our rice field, and took care of our mango trees. But after that day, he felt some pains in his’ body as they were walking towards our other relatives’ house. He then collapsed. My relatives rushed him to the hospital. My aunt gave us a call from the province. My mother then decided to move him to Chung Hua Hospital, for the expectation that he would be safer in there. My aunt in Manila then hurriedly went in Cebu to check my lolo up. My other aunt also in Leyte hurriedly came. At that time, in school we were already starting to practice for our graduation. I really got sad heading towards home upon hearing the news. At that time, my mother was preparing to visit my lolo in the hospital. I really wanted to go with her so that I could see my lolo. But she told me that a child below 13 is not allowed to enter the hospital. At that time I was still six. I really wanted to kiss and hug my lolo. He was even the best lolo I ever had. He really loved me so much. During my birthday, my lolo comes and brings with him chickens and sweet mangoes. I really miss this scenario during my birthday. The doctors said that he had an illness in the kidney. But I can’t believe it. My lolo was always careful to his health. He just eats meat during occasions and seldom drinks “tuba”. Starting that day, I prayed every night for his immediate cure. But as days pass, his’ condition gets worst. Until the doctor said that his life will just stay in hours. And what was expected did happen. My aunts and uncle, decided not to let my mother know, for she has a weak heart. They made her believe that she needs to go to the province because they have some problems on the lands. But at that time, my lolo’s corpse was brought in the province. My father told our neighbors about it but told them on never tells even a single word to my mother. But one of their tongues suddenly slides. After she knew everything, she could not stop herself but to cry. Tears fell fast from my mothers eyes down to her cheeks. That morning I decided not to go to school. On the next morning, my mother went with me to school. That was my last attend for our graduation exercise. We immediately went home. Our belongings were already packed. The three of us were ready to go. After a four-hour trip, it was night when we reached our destination. We had to walk for half an hour because at that time, there were no more motor vehicles. We reached our house at one in the dawn. As I enter the house, it was full of grieve. My mother and I did not stop ourselves but to cry. Sad to say I did not have the chance of seeing my lolo and bid to him goodbye when he was still alive. He was buried after five days. After the burial, we hurriedly went back to the city for it was my graduation day. Instead of seeing a smile on my face, all you can see is a lonely face. After my graduation, on the next morning, we went back to the province. My father was left in the city because of his’ work but promised to come there after a week. It was the saddest event of my life.

Well after all, in our lives we loose the people whom we love more than ourselves. But all you have to do is accept it. Well that’s all!

Leslie ; )