Alive Again!

It has been a while since I last logged and told my stories. I was in some kind of frenzy and been to a lot of other adversary, that is life. None physical, spiritual and mental indeed.Very emotional.

A year after my auntie died, my grandparents also died. They are my father's mother and father. I don't know how they come into this world and been living together for almost 70 years, but they had endured a lot, trying to stay together that long, and, probably, making a pledge that both of them will leave at the same time together...

I haven't heard of such story that two lovers who had been together for so long will exit earth at the same moment, but this is what happened to them. It was very emotional for all of us because we never thought it would happen but it did. All of us are saddened by the fact that we could never see them again in flesh.

All of us knows that they are old and sickly. My grandfather was the first to become ill by November last year. My grandmother could still walk around, chat a little, and smile.The grandfather could no longer walk, he was bedridden, clothed and fed in bed. It was an emotional site to see how he suffers from physical damage of his body. My grandmother could do nothing. The youngest son came and help in caring for the olden ones. It was about a month later when the grandfather started to reject his food stuff.


We thought that this could be his time. We brought him to the hospital, and let doctors examine him, thinking that he will be given some dose of medicines that would make him eat. The doctor told us that he will never make it and that his body is now giving up. He gave my grandfather an IV of dextrose so that even if he ain't eat nothing, he would somehow be nourished.

This had been the setup for about three days when my grandmother suddenly felt pain in her tummy. She asked for some tablets for the pain sleep through the night. My uncle, who was their care-giver, never noticed anything strange about my grandmother. It was my grandfather who got all the attention. The next day, she was already gone, if you looked at her, you would think that she was sleeping, but she had already left.

The grandfather suddenly was also too ill, and that his dextrose seemed to clot a lot in his veins. Two days later, on his 86th birthday, he also left, died of multiple organ malfunction while the grandmother was not yet buried, laying there in her coffin, silently waiting for her husband.

The two were buried at the same spot on the same cemetery on the same day, two days after the grandfather died.

Someday, somehow, we will catch up, telling stories about how life here had been so challenging, and how the lesson they are teaching me is being learned everyday.