It was last April when her paternal grandfather died. It was her first experience with death in a close family relationship. It hits her hard because she was at her grandpa’s home when he breathed his last because it was her turn to be on duty that morning. Good for her, she was there. I was not because I was at work and really I didn’t have any plans of seeing my dad that day.
During the wake, everyone of her cousins were there and I cannot see any trace of sorrow in their eyes. I guess they were still in an age where they can’t feel much pain when someone leaves permanently. I bet that is the advantage of innocence as a child.
This is her and her cousins (the children of my brother)
See their smiles? They love their grandpa in their own way yet I don’t see sorrow in their eyes. They are happy them whatever the occasion. As i’ve said, that’s the innocence of childhood. These kids were included in the family’s funeral planning because everyone was busy. Good thing that was summer so they were the only who ones who have practically the whole 8 hrs free during the day and even at night. All the wake nights they were awake. I spent a night at the funeral parlor, yet I sleep almost the whole night. I really thanked each one of them for their helping hands.
My dad’s children (my younger sis, moi, and my brother)
We are sadden of the death yet we can’t help to feel relieved because he is now free from pain. My sister really worked hard in caring for him and same with my bother. Of the three of us, I was the one who has never hands-on during his hospital days even his time at home while sick. When he died, that’s when I also played my role. ^^ Of course my Mom played her part. But all in all — all of us in our family did what we can, the best we can in that situation.
