Yesterday marked the first time in 5 years that I have visited my grandfather’s grave. Because my job required me to work on Philippine holidays, I was never able to pay my respects at the cemetery. But this year I was able to because I quit my job. Also, starting this year, my family commemorates 2 deaths: my grandfather’s (1994) and my father’s. Two heart attacks, two unexpected deaths almost 20 years apart. Two saints masquerading as simple men, taken from their families without much warning because their jobs on earth were finished.
Sometimes, it is hard to believe that a year has gone already. I still feel the pain of November 16, 2012. I still cry, I still get bouts of depression, I still wish I had died with papa last year.
No, time does not heal all wounds. But it makes reality a bit easier to live with.