Death, losing someone close to you is the worst thing you can ever experience. It came with a huge painful moments, guilt, anger, depression. I was at the age of 10 years old when I lost my grandfather. He was the one who took care of me all my childhood. He was my second father. Since I was a little girl, he used to be nice to me, play with me, buying me gifts all the time, took me with him to work, enjoying time as father and daughter. He taught me how to be a good person and be nice to people. He taught me how to deal with every situation whether it was good or not, how to deal with problems. He used to tell me stories about him and about our family. How he grew up give me a full vision about how my grand grandparents and his brothers and sisters looked like. He was the one who took care of all of us, me and my cousins. He was so lovely and nice to us, and I loved him so much. I can’t even describe my love for him to anyone. When his day came, I was near to him, holding his hand and telling him everything is going to be okay. Even when he was dying, that smile stayed. He was telling me that, “I am going to a better place. I am going to meet my family, my father, my mother, my siblings. I am happy to go. I am not afraid. I was going insane at that moment. I couldn’t imagine living my life without him, without his support, without his smile and all those night talks, how life wouldn’t have a taste without him. All my family felt the same thing, especially my grandmother because she lived with him the most, since she was very young. He wasn’t only my grandfather. He was my father, my brother, my best friend. He really meant a lot to me. I cried almost every night. At that time, I wanted to give anything just for other minutes with him. Life stopped for a while. I couldn’t stop thinking, “What if another member of my family died, especially my parents?” At that moment, I realized that life is short. No one lasts. People should benefit from it and spend more time with their beloved ones. Make as many memories as they can. Only memories last, and that’s what I kept. Only memories. I wish he was here seeing his little girl growing up.
