life goes on, in silent winds

I remember those timeless moments when I used to drive my grand pa and grand ma mad, and got myself whacked for being such a silly little child.


I used to think it was hatred, and tried to be more rebellious the more they wanted to stop me.

Then as the years yonder by, I stopped for a moment to ponder on every instances that ever happened between us. Good and bad times. It was always very easy for me to talk, and feel them, for many, many years.



... until my grand ma passed away, 2 years ago.

Life can never be the same again.

I never really had a chance to repay all the things that she've done for me, and all the hardship she had to go through.



I guess it was even more damaging to my grand pa, having lost someone who went through together all those years of courtship, marriage and parenthood.

Constantly fighting to see all his children and grand children, for every little while longer.


.. but he too, has left us.



These days, occasionally visiting my grand pa's house brings back those cheerful memories, though it seemed blank now without them. Every corner of the house I would see images of the past, constantly playing in the background.

But if a piece of a picture is gone, you're left only with your imagination to depend on.



I yearn for those happy moments of our lives, when we didn't had to worry what will happen tomorrow.

Like the very flowers that bloom to perfection, they too must wither one day, and become part of the soil, giving life to new ones.

I guess life goes on..


....but maybe, just maybe, we'll all meet again someday.



"The peanut that yaks." - Mr.Goober

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