Last week my paternal grandfather died. I grew up spending most of my evenings and sometimes early mornings watching tv in his home office. He has the best colored tv in the house at that time. I learned to appreciate Philippine basketball and foreign crime tv series with him. I don't know how his last breath happened but I knew it was a bit difficult. My grandfather has been in the hospital bed for too long because of old age complications. I hate to admit it, but he was just waiting to be reunited with his Creator and all his loved ones that left before him. He was in pain most, if not all, of those times. Even if he can not verbalize it, you can see it in his eyes and feel in the resistance of moving him. And all you wish is for him is to feel better, be happier, even for one last time. And if it means he has to go, even it means we have to feel the last pain of letting him go, and shed that last tear of goodbye, so be it.
Be well now Lolo. Say hi to Lola for me.