Woke up at 12NN today. I had a good rest. My mom woke me up to tell me my grandfather is not breathing. After a few minutes, I went down to find my aunt crying beside my lolo's bed. He is gone. I am not that sad. 'Cause finally my lolo is somewhere out of pain, incapacity and misery. For the last few weeks he's been in the hospital. Last time I saw him I was shocked to see him skin and bones. Finally his ordeal is over. He's in the funeral right now with his chidren. Some still flying to Manila to see him for the last time.
The Mind of the Melancholeric Man: Musings on Life and Ministry by Patrick Tan
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