The sudden death of my Dad 10 years ago came as a shock. 4 years after, we lost an uncle to cancer, but we had 10 months to "prepare" before he finally crossed over, but the pain was still as immeasurable as that of my Dad's passing.
A week ago, my grand father passed away. He died of old age. He was 93. He wasn't sick or anything, he literally just stopped breathing. Despite seeing life slip him by little by little everyday (okay, every week -- i visit every weekend), and we were sort of expecting that he will go anytime, still, when the time came, the same pain was still there.
I guess one cannot really be prepared to face the pain the is brought by the death of a loved one. One can only be consoled by the comfort and kind words extended by family, relatives and friends during this time of grief and mourning.
So, as I said in my eulogy, thank you to everyone who extended their support to our family, I'm sure my Daddy Wowo is equally grateful.
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