MY GRANDFATHER...

Nazgrul - Sentimetal values from photo

Sentimental values I think maybe like this, everything have their own sentimental values. every single things coming with memories. For me, the things remind me of something, someone, some moments have a great value. Eventhough, sometimes past that I do not want to remember, and I can ‘t remember or, things that are often remembered by the individual.

For me, I have a picture that can be sentimental. Picture of my late grandfather. He died when I was with him. At that time, I was in Form 2. Before that, I lived at hostel. However, due to uncomfortable staying there, I ask permission of the family to live with grandparents. Furthermore, he was left alone even after the grandmother died a few years ago due to diabetes. Grandfather's house with my school not too far.

Not even a month I lived with him. Still remembered the incident that. In the afternoon, after returning from school, I saw him staring at the far edge of the window. I do not think that time and saw what was weird. This is because he is always at the window while enjoying the evening air and watching the cars passing facing house.

After the shower, I asked grandfather to eat together, but he does not want. He said no appetite. I was eating close to him while talk with him. After that, I was retained to complete school work. In the evening, I want prayer time, I asked to pray with the grandfather, but he told me to pray first. he said he would pray after this. He was still lying on the bed in the kitchen. After almost an hour grandfather still up.

Grandpa sudden shortness of breath. I panicked. I continue to call parents to inform of this. After that, mother, father, aunt came to the house grandfather. We bring him to the hospital because grandfather could not breathe normally (shortness of breath). At the hospital, grandfather given artificial respiration. Doctor confirms grandfather suffered from pneumonia. Grandpa was rushed to a specialist for further treatment. But the next day, after I back home from school. My mom told me that grandfather was not dead.

At that time, I could not say anything. Sadness enveloped myself. Imagine. I lost my grandfather well, like make a joke, for the motivation and tools to assist in all work. However, I'm pleased and succumb to the conditions. May god love him more. Until die, I will remember him that keep me with great affection and I will save his picture forever..

I keep it,because the memories is part of me..