December...
It’s been 24 years since my baby brother; 9 years since my grandpa; and 2 years since my sister. It’s such a coincidence that they’re gone in the same month, December.
I don’t remember much about my baby brother since I was also a baby at that time. I knew his story from my mother. Still, I always feel that it’d be nice if I had a little brother.
As for my grandpa, he’s like a father for me. He always kept me under his wings. Even though I wasn’t his favorite grandchild, I still could feel that he loved me very much.
You never knew what you got ‘till it’s gone. I guess it’s true. It’s true, indeed. I’ve never been close with my siblings. My sister and I had 5 years of difference. Somehow, we’re not compatible. But, right now after I lose her, I miss her so much. I miss having a sister. And mostly, I feel sorry for not cherishing our moments together and just took them for granted.
I know death is inevitable. It’s something that will surely happen to every living thing in this world, and when it bounds to happen, escaping from it is impossible. Losing your love ones is hard. Reminiscing of their memories is harder.
I don’t remember much about my baby brother since I was also a baby at that time. I knew his story from my mother. Still, I always feel that it’d be nice if I had a little brother.
As for my grandpa, he’s like a father for me. He always kept me under his wings. Even though I wasn’t his favorite grandchild, I still could feel that he loved me very much.
You never knew what you got ‘till it’s gone. I guess it’s true. It’s true, indeed. I’ve never been close with my siblings. My sister and I had 5 years of difference. Somehow, we’re not compatible. But, right now after I lose her, I miss her so much. I miss having a sister. And mostly, I feel sorry for not cherishing our moments together and just took them for granted.
I know death is inevitable. It’s something that will surely happen to every living thing in this world, and when it bounds to happen, escaping from it is impossible. Losing your love ones is hard. Reminiscing of their memories is harder.