hearing the word 'death' breaks my heart.
the idea of how short life is.
the idea of people dying.
the idea that people should make the best out of this gift called 'life.'
but oh, death.
when people die,
they're finally in peace.
no more pain,
no more aches,
no more sufferings,
no more struggles.
i miss my grandparents who have passed away already.
looking at their photographs makes me remember
of how vivid they are,
how dynamic they used to be.
i remember my lola,
she used to call us everyday.
she used to give us food for lunch,
merienda or such.
her voice,
it sounded like a beautiful melody to me.
her death was a shock for me, for us.
but i know,
she's always there.
her soul will always remain alive.
i remember my lolo,
the first one who passed away.
he died when i was 8,
i had no idea of death-
and how heart breaking it was.
now i know what it is,
now i know.
he died peacefully.
no more aches, lolo.
three years later,
my grandfather from my dad's side passed away.
he died of cancer.
it was so astounding to never expect-
that a person who was healthy,
could die in a few months after knowing he's sick.
my memory of him is that he was a strong person,
a cheerful one,
a loving father,
an inspiration for us all.
i wish they never died at all,
so i could still hear their voices,
talk with them
and make more memories.
but oh, death.
life is so short.
death is inevitable,
so live while you're still young.
i am stil a teenager,
and there's so much more for me to discover.
there's so much more to learn,
than to cry because i hear the word 'death.'
it's time to let this fear go,
the fear of losing people.
it's time to dwell in places,
dwell in people who are home.
it's time to explore,
to discover my true self.
but oh, death.
i will never forget them ever!