I was 5 years old when my grandfather died. I still remember that day when he left this world, I missed him so much.
He was a good man, down-to-earth and faithful to God. Everyone was saddened by his death, especially my mom whose so close to my "lolo" (meaning Grandfather).
"Mama, is lolo sleeping?" I asked.
"Yes he is." my mom said, as her tears flow down continuously on her cheeks.
"Is he going to wake up?" I asked her again with curiosity.
My mom embraced me tightly, still crying. "No baby, he's not going to wake up."
There are lot of people attended his wake, some of our relatives and friends who gave their condolences to our family.
After 3 days of his wake, he was laid to rest. As we went home, I still could see my mom's sad face as she took a last glance of my lolo's room. That time, I smell a scent of a candle. The entire house, smell like a candle. I asked my mom about that, she smell it too. I got scared, I'm sweating and I hugged my mom so tight that I don't want her to let go of me.
"Don't be scared, It's just lolo saying good-bye to us." my mom said, embraced me tightly her cheeks wet with tears.
I slept late and I dreamed of him. I was walking with him, hand in hand in a park. A bonding of a grandfather and granddaughter, I was happy because I'm with him. Until he crouched down and said.
"Bea, I know you are a good girl. Take care of your Mom and Dad for me. I love you." He kissed my forehead and walked away in a bright light and he was gone.
I woke up all of a sudden crying. Beside my pillow, I saw my grandfather's diary. The last time I felt his presence.
In memory of my loving grandfather, Jesus De Ocampo
