Grandfather is a man who the most influential person without or with his candy bar for me. He was more than just my grandfather. He was also my best friend but I have to lose him. How a little girl could entertain someone who attacked by a vicious illness? Sing a song? Yes, that was the last moment that I can remember about my grandfather. I was standing at the door and look at him, his eyes gaze was dull and not focus. He called me slowly and I almost cannot hear what he said. I walked to him but the bed was too high than me so I decided to standing there for hours.
He wiped my head and whispered something in my ear; he wanted me to sing a song. I show a smile, and take a breath. I sing a song that I learn in my play ground. I sang that song loudly, I thought he disturbed. I did not care about that, I quiet saw his smile that the signs he was happy. I have done a song when he was laughing about something that I did not know. I looked at him; I saw his wrinkled skin become red in his big laugh. He holds me tight and requests another song. I sang for twice and he also finished with a laugh. I felt uncomforted about it. He stops laughing and pull me up to the bed. He told me that he was much appreciated when I was singing the first song so loud until I got hiccup for times.
As I a child there was no friend who fabulous than him, so I accompany him on his bed. I did not realize that I had the last conversation of words with my grandfather on his deathbed but I thought that the risks to be a friend with an old man who always bring some candy for me and my younger brother. I forgot about it for a while, I hugged and kiss his chick as usual as he did to me. He replied my arms until I could felt his smell. The smells of an old man are taking a lot of medicines. I got that was a terrible smell that I ever knew but I also did not want to detach my arms.
I was sleeping when my mother wake me up and carry me to another room. My mother cried and that the reason makes me frightened. She got a chair, and she sit on it. I ask her about my grandfather but she did not give me an answer. She stands up and starting makes a swing to make me sleep. She did it; I sleep and wake up in the morning as I remember. I got myself on my father in the morning. I want to go to my grandfather as usual; I always go around with him. My father said he was not with us anymore; he carried me to the car and go to my house.
In the house I saw there are many people that standing at my house. My father still carried me and he break through the people with really wet eyes. He leaved me and goes to a man who lying in the middle of living room. I look through the man, he is my grandfather. He was so fright and cannot smile anymore. I approached him and hold his hand. That was really cold and stiff. I tried to pitch his skin as strong as I can. He did not give replied to me. I go back to and hugged my father, which the moment he said my grandfather was passed away.
It has been thirteen years since my father passed away. He may be alive in another world and got happy but I still lost him. The only thing that I could promise is my sincerity. I will tried to do the best and he proud of me.
