17th January 2009 is a date I will never forget. I lost what remained of my gradparents. In-nannu was, to be honest with myself, quite battered but he was still going. As my dad said and will continue to say is that he [in-nannu] probably lived till 86 because of his will power. We are 100% sure that he was suffering, a lot, but he never showed it and never ever had the thought of staying in bed to get better. Every single day since I can remember his daily routine was going to St. George's Basilica for about 3 consecutive masses and then off to a local bar to have a cup of tea with his friends. Every single day this routine never ever changed even when he was in dire back pain. I can only wish to have 1/5 of his will power - his spirit to continue going.
Life is cruel. A man as strong and as independent as my grandpa should have never died this way. How can a man like him become bedridden in 2 weeks and die? It's just not fucking fair.
Rest in peace nannu. Take care.
Roo
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He will surely be praying for you and helping you from heaven. Always remember him in your prayers... you have two to help you now :)
Four actually!
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