The regret of the dead.
Losing someone is truly a horrible feeling that I would absolutely not wish to my worst enemies. I lost this year, Wednesday June 7th, my grandad. My grandad meant the world to me. We had a very tight bond, and wholesome relationship. He saw me growing up. We shared so much memories together. The first 3 years of my life, I lived in his house and he took care of me along with my grandma. When I moved back at my parent’s house, I made sure to visit him often. But the older I got, the more my visits became short, quick, and distant. With all the classes I have, extra hours with teachers, and tests, I could not find time I can spend with him. I took him for granted. I though he was eternal. But he got older too. He fell sick. He couldn’t walk anymore, eat alone, go to the bathroom, nothing. He could still speak and express his frustration towards grandma, in a dark and funny way. An Icon really. A month be...