We're young. And we take advantage of the people who love us, especially our family. We always think "Oh they're family, they will always be here" but well that's not how it works. You'll just be sitting  home one day, and then you'll get a call. I got it from my mom, and she told me to get ready. And then, everything else will just happen so quickly. The next thing you know, you'll be standing infront of a lifeless body, thinking to yourself "Why didn't I appreciate him when he was around?" Before you know it, the tears roll start rolling down your cheeks, and mucus flowing down your nose. And your head hurts and you'll feel numb. The truth is, you don't feel sad because someone has passed on, you feel the pain because you're filled with regret. Regret for not spending enough time with him, regret for always putting your friends before your own blood. And regret for knowing that sooner or later, all the others will slowly start dissapearing too. You see the closer relatives moaning, "My brother, My brother, why did you leave me?" And you'll start to think, "How if it was my brother? Or my mom? Or my dad?" Sooner or later, the other kids, younger than you, start coming. And their tears and screams, is what really breaks you.

Isn't it ironic? How it takes a sad event, like a funeral, to get the whole family together? Things like that, change you. You'll start appreciating your loved ones more. You'll start being nicer to people. And you'll start understanding things better.

Somebody, anybody, please take care of my grandmother tomorrow. I doubt she's going to be fine.

25th May 2012

Rest In Peace, Grandpa Julian. You really fought with this sickness till the very end. We're going to miss you dearly. I'm so sorry I can't be there tomorrow.