Hello, everyone. I have been away from a forum since Nov. 1st. It is due to having to rush to see my grandfather on the West Coast. He passed away few hrs before I arrived to see him. I last saw my grandfather in NYC last December when he paid a visit to my Apt. He was 93. I still remember seeing him right in front of me and talking to him face-to-face. I even walked with him right outside my Apt. Now he is gone. He always accepted me despite how flawed I am compared to my successful siblings and cousins.
Seeing him on his deathbed and in a casket still couldn't make me cry with tears. I don't know why no tears came out of my eyes despite feelings of sorrows and sadness. I guess my tears have disappeared long ago in my personal crusade against my inner demons. Every day, I wish and think about just dying already. Seeing death right in front of me doesn't change a thing on my desire to just end my life. How my family and relatives look down on me in contrast to successful siblings and cousins compounds my desire to end my life.
Grandfather, I am sorry for missing your last breath. But I saw you lying on deathbed and in a casket and touched your hands. Thanks for always accepting me despite my so many frailties. I don't see myself living much longer at the age of 30. I know my death is a matter of time as my determination to die gets stronger by day. I will live every day with your memory and hopefully we will be reunited again soon after my death.
In memory of my grandfather.
-Hank-
Seeing him on his deathbed and in a casket still couldn't make me cry with tears. I don't know why no tears came out of my eyes despite feelings of sorrows and sadness. I guess my tears have disappeared long ago in my personal crusade against my inner demons. Every day, I wish and think about just dying already. Seeing death right in front of me doesn't change a thing on my desire to just end my life. How my family and relatives look down on me in contrast to successful siblings and cousins compounds my desire to end my life.
Grandfather, I am sorry for missing your last breath. But I saw you lying on deathbed and in a casket and touched your hands. Thanks for always accepting me despite my so many frailties. I don't see myself living much longer at the age of 30. I know my death is a matter of time as my determination to die gets stronger by day. I will live every day with your memory and hopefully we will be reunited again soon after my death.
In memory of my grandfather.
-Hank-
