003; Grandfather...
5:26 PM | Monday, September 3, 2012
September 3, 1922. The year that you were born. I thank God for making you live, letting you have a family of your own.
October 19, 1999. That's when you went away.
To me, you are the best grandfather. Even though I only spent 4 years of my life with you, and half of those years were spent with me not even remembering a single thing that happened, those were the best years of my life.
You took good care of me. Taught me lots of things, like loving everyone else around me, seeing everyone as an equal. You taught me how to be responsible at such a young age by making me do the dishes and other chores around the house (even though I feel bad because as I grew up, I forgot how to be responsible and I became so careless that I made my parents disappointed).
Sometimes, I remember your face and I feel like crying so much. I have to admit, you're the first guy in my heart. My dad is only in second place.
I wish you were still alive. I wish you saw me grow up into who I am now because you were a big part of it. You made me a better person.
Sometimes I think that maybe if you were still alive, maybe I would have been an even more better person that who I am now. Maybe I wouldn't be so careless, maybe I would be helpful, maybe I won't be such a disappointment to everyone.
I miss you, Papa Bulod. I know you're in heaven right now, watching me type this up with a smile on your face because somehow, I know you're proud of me. I love you. ♥
Happy 90th Birthday.
