  I haven’t Updated for a whole week… My grandfather Died yesterday at before 6 pm. It was weird cause when I saw him earlier I wondered how he could still be alive. His legs have shriveled away into just bones, his face is more of a skull with his jaw locked open, and his were eyes screaming. I thought he was trying to say something… His eyes were looking at me as if the words were being formed by his frozen mouth. I went to him, but I’m no psychic, I could not glean the meaning he wants me to read without words. He began to move violently, the nurse said that he just needed his head tilted up.
But, a thought came that when he saw me that was what triggered his violent reaction. His eyes were darting back and forth between my dad and me. I could not tell what he wanted to say. But it seemed important, enough to say at his dying moments. Fortunately I don’t feel anything, other than that my luck has turned bad. I feel like something else would be coming.
I’m afraid to leave the house and I’m trying to keep myself busy. I was not close to my grandfather. My most colorful memory of him was when we visited him after mass, my father, me, jobert, jasper and candy. He would walk like an old man would. He would get the food he prepared for us and would watch us eat. That was two years ago.
That time, Leonardo’s Lechon was still draped with some prestige and people still came to buy my Lolo’s Lechon. It got me thinking about how so much history has just past and so much pain we still endured. We still pay for the 60 million dept my uncle… my godfather made when he died. He was a man of vice who was stealing from my grandmother and buying her gifts with her own money. My Grandfather knew about that, and we all didn’t want to tell our grandmother cause it would just break her heart. Leonardo’s was the product of my workaholic grandmother, and my classic Filipino Grandfather.
The banks owned everything under their noses cause of my uncle… and that was painful. I remember when my uncle would always have a get rich quick scam… and my dad would tell him it was unethical. They would not talk to each other for long periods of time. I don’t want to use my grandfathers death as any excuse. I hear it to often among my classmates. Their excuse for absence is a death of an uncle, aunt or grandparent.
It would matter if the person was really close I guess. But I see no devastation in their eyes when they say it, just the quiet expectation that the excuse would be noted and taken. Its disrespect for the dead more than the living using the dead as such an excuse. Thanx for the condolences for those whose heard the news. In other news… a busy day today. I will finish the work on the written adventure HOPEFULLY today with some character drawings at poor quality.
I have to buy page maker and learn it on the spot. Hopefully its not too hard. With my grandfather’s wake… my schedule has become more hectic. I hope I can get through this week in one piece. 
