I talked to my mum last 3 weeks, and I got to know that her dad, my grand-dad passed on, on Tuesday to A MORE PEACEFUL PLACE. I remember the last time I saw him; he was in so much pain. It was a Sunday when my parents and I went to see him after church. He wasn’t able to go to church because of the pain. Grand-ma had been saying in the last week before the Tuesday that he acting unusually strange. Maybe it should have clicked but why would anyone think that his time was near.
I remember my mother saying that when he was younger he claimed that when he was older he would prefer to die than be a burden to anyone. Well, words, words however much you refuse the power in it, they work. Warning people!!! 
If for nothing at all, I’ll forever remember the funny and humorous nature of the man. He was a really nice person who would joke about everything. The nice things my mind could form about the man was the way he related with everybody especially his in-laws. Many times when issues came up, he would agree more with his in-laws than his own children. I had seen it many times with my parents and the way he would joke about it would make you agree with him. There was one time (I don’t really remember the very details) but I think my mum, his daughter and my dad and the family went to see him on one of those Sundays (we almost always went there on weekends mostly Sundays) and my mum was drinking on of her concotions which she said would make her tone down and my dad was like, “you take this things way too much.” Thinking at least a father would go with his daughter, he would support my dad and say, “all these things don’t work, if you fat, you fat.” Yeah right! Even he didn’t believe that.
It was nice growing up among my grand-parents, especially since they were the first couple I saw blessing their marriage in a church way when they were very old. I remember being a page-boy with my cousin Ben at that wedding. He had six strong, ambitious children with my grand-pa and they loved each other so much.
Mum’s stories about grand-pa were mostly the stories he told them when they were young and that the man had so much hair all over is body. She said when they were children, she and her siblings would braid the man’s hair on his stomach or was it his back or both…hmmmmmm…the man was hairy. But then he lost all when I met him.
You know the irony of his death. His wife, my grand-ma thought she would die before him but nope…God does is own things His way.
Grand-pa we love you. Rest In Peace.
