In Memory Of Lolo

It was exactly five years ago when my Lolo passed away. My father is a Junior to Lolo, we even made fun with my father during the funeral prayers everytime they mentioned my Lolo's name:

Leader: "Tungod sa pagpas-an mo sa cross sa kapaitan..."
Our Reply: "Kaloy-an mo Ginoo ang kalag ni Ariston"
Papa's Reply: "Kaloy-an mo Ginoo ang kalag ni Ariston, Senior!"

I was in my fourth year in high school back then. I was in the house watching TV with my little cousins and their mother. My Lolo at that time was in his bed... he already had difficulty breathing. The family has no money to bring him to the doctor, in fact, he was already disabled and bed-ridden for the past four or five years. in as much as I wanted to help.

My Lolo died unhappy. He wasn't able to enjoy the remaining days of his life. He suffered in his bed. His sons and daughter were not really that cooperative, in fact, Aunite shouted at Lolo so many times!!! Grabee! Mangluod si Lolo kay ila kasab-an... I admit, it is very tiring to take care of a sick person. But siguro wala lang jud na sa ilang dugo na magPasesniya. My father is an example!