reality is sometimes depressing.
I just heard from my mom today that my granduncle (that is, my granny’s younger brother) is dying from cancer. He has only 3 months to live. I felt saddened by the sudden announcement from her. I think it is only natural to feel sad.
I am not particularly close to him but from what I can remember of him as a child and as an adult, he was always smiling or laughing heartily. He enjoyed food and he is a good cook. He would always beam radiantly when he asks about my life, be it school or now, career. He seemed to have few worries and was always a happy-go-lucky sort of guy. And most importantly, he loved his wife (who passed away recently) dearly and he would do anything for his son. These are some of the things I will always remember about him. My granduncle.
I wonder how it feels like losing someone close to you. I have lost my dear grandfather and to an extent I do understand. Yet, it’s somewhat different when you know you are going to lose your parent(s). I imagine my uncle (who is my granduncle’s son), having just lost his mother recently and now about to lose his father. My mom said he did not visit his father for 3 days, since the day he was hospitalised. When my mom called him, he said he was afraid. He was afraid to see his father dying and he did not know what to say to him. I guess, most people would be afraid. But I want to say to him, go! Go to your father! He is waiting for you..say all the things you want to him. Tell him you love him and appreciate all that he has done for you. Tell him that you will miss him, tell him that you will be okay after he leaves. Ask him, how he wants to live his 3 months and how you, as a son can help him. Have conversations before the silence sets in.
Okay, I’m done for now.