So I'm home for about an hour to wash up and get a breather before everyone heads off for a one and a half hour mass then to the cemetry to bid our final farewell to my grandfather. I have a feeling my knees are going to tremble, hard. The priest who did his confirmation will touch down this morning from France to do his last service.
I want to thank everyone for their condolences and concern.
My family is taking the loss rather well. Though tears are spawn but we know that grand daddy is at a better place where his pain and troubles have faded away. My grand mother has been the strongest among all and her love for my grand dad is eternal.
Love is great. Personally I'm a hypocrite and I know it. I don't believe in eternal love much like what my grand parents and parents have. Maybe i'm in need of a redeemer who might just change my mind. There are so many worries awaiting, from school to work and life. I know what infactuation feels like. When I was a lot younger, someone once told me, "Infactuation is just the beginning of it all. Love doesn't come easy." It doesn't. I admire the courage couples have to withstand every obstacle that comes their way. Sure love in general exists, but I think different variations aren't for everyone.
The amazing part about all of it is, everyone loves someone one way or another and there are so many ways to decipher it. Parental, relationship kind of love. The latter might some me find day, but for now, I'm content. Infactuation doesn't weigh as heavy as stress.
Tinchy Stryder and Taio Cruz are keeping me company.
I pray to be strong.
I need to be.
I love my wallpaper, "The past was once the future."
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