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11 || "Death Touches All."

Hello, this is Won. Yes, it's been quite long since I have uploaded this book, I apologize for that. But today's topic is going to be a little different and more serious. And I wanted to express my feelings too so I chose to write about it.

[TW/ Death.]

It was just a normal morning like any other, or so I thought. I think it was a holiday or maybe a Sunday since I remember I was home the whole day. My morning started out quite good, and normal. Until, I heard people blubbering in the house - in front of mine. At first, I thought it was on of those fights which occurs frequently in the neighborhood so, I decided to ignore it. 

After an hour or so, I see a lot of people crowding around the same house, I ask my mother what had happen and she too did not know. She asked one of the people who were standing near our front gate, and we were in state of utter shock to hear that the Grandpa which used to live their, sadly passed away the last night. He was quite healthy and was going fine.. what happened so suddenly? That was the question which was left unanswered. I felt like sobbing too but that was not the time - I had always felt awkward and uneasy to cry in font of my family - parents. So I held the tears back and retreated. 

It was painful seeing Grandma and his entire family crying on the road, it was a heartbreaking. I couldn't just stand there and watch them. It burnt my heart, so did my throat. I, myself do not know till date how I did not cry that day, well I did but it was when I was alone. I shared this with my close friends, and that they said that 'he is in a better place now', 'everything that happens, has a reason for it', and I too listened. There was nothing that could be done now, but there was something which could've been done before. My mom told me that he recently been suffering from a severe fever - and the family did not provide him with proper medication. 

I felt immense anger and irritation every time I saw them - his "family". How were they the ones crying the loudest when they didn't do anything when they actually time to. I see her daughter on the street roaming and I avoid her. On the day of his Terahi, I could see her eating with others and - how was she able to laugh and have a good time when her father had just passed away? I fail to understand her and his family, nor do I wish to understand them now. Had they taken good care of him, had they provided him with a proper medication and gotten him doctor, he would have been alive now. He would be there. I would be seeing him in evening or morning. Everything would have been so normal, it saddens. Every time I think of him, I have a strong to cry. 

I feel like, his was death was not a natural death. He would have been alive... I miss him so much. I refuse to believe that he is not there. I can not accept the that I won't be seeing him anymore, that he won't be there to help the streets kids whenever there were monkeys'. My childhood was spent under his guidance, I remember visiting him almost everyday, as if it was just yesterday. We had so much in Holi, how am I suppose to believe that I won't get to his smiling face anymore... 

"We should thank everyone for everything that they've for us."

I remember, this is what I told her on the day of Holi, we hugged each other, it was such a sweet moment. And that will not happen ever again. He used work a lot for his family, he did everything that he could do at this age. My entire liked him, he was someone who was and is loved by everyone who has ever known him. We miss him, I miss him so much. I wish that he gets to rest. I wish that he is alright and doing fine right now, and that he is always there too guide us and keep an eye on us. 

Thank you for everything..