IT STILL HURTS

Nine years ago today, the cold hand of death snatched my grandfather from us. I remember vividly, that morning when you were put on the oxygen machine to support your breathing, but you gave up.It still hurts,

Reflecting on the years gone by, when you would hold my hand and teach me how to walk. How you insisted I get enrolled in school at the age of five.How you would carry me on your shoulders and take me to school because I couldn't walk properly. How you would come to pick me after school and take me home. How you used to sing for me and tell me old tales. How you used to comb and plait my hair.To think you are no more. It hurts.

The advice you gave me about school I still hold dear. How you used to motivate me and encourage me to stay positive in life no matter the situation. I still remember everything and now I always paid attention to detail just as you taught me.
How you encouraged me to go to church, I am still going strong. You taught me how to smile and discover myself. I wish you were here to witness how my smile is healing people.I wish you were here to see how your counsels have built me.

I have a lot of things to tell you, things I should have said way back when you were here.I miss the laughter, the joy, and the wisdom you shared.If only I could turn back the hands of time...I would. Its hurts grandpa. Its easy for people to say "Maggie, just live on" when I'm dying every second that you are gone. I push myself on, to be strong for grandma, but it still hurts.

I remember the first day I wrote my first words from school, you told me to continue writing and to never let my words die, even if my hopes sometimes do. I write now, don't let my voice fade,  I yell when I need to, I whisper when its necessary.I speak when am supposed to, grandpa, you raised a warrior.

Grandpa, the lesson you taught me about humility is what I live by now. It has helped me very much in life. Thank you.  But to think you are no more, still hurts.

I wish you were still here, to see how I have grown. The little girl you raised is now a full grown woman, with big responsibilities in society.

Its been rough in the past nine years, its been hard but God has been faithful. And here I am today,with your counsels, lessons, love and encouragements, managing and pressing through this burning world.

And today, I hope to honor your memory in the way I live and love.
And I will forever live to honor your dream. It shall live again even though you are gone.I  hope to make you proud, even if you’re no longer here to see it. IT WILL FOREVER HURT.