Hello people! Just thought I'd drop by to leave some thoughts because today marks the 5th anniversary since my grandfather left us. It was the first time I had lost someone so close, though death has become something so inevitable for me in the years that followed. Along the way, I've found myself growing a little stronger. Perhaps for the lack of a better word, even crying a little lesser. 

People will come. People will go. 

I was once asked why I never let things go even after the years have passed. But nobody has ever told me how to say goodbye to 19 years worth of memories in a span of 5 years. It was always said that time heals us, or that the good times were all we needed. But I guess nobody factored in that we're no robots. That sometimes it's okay to shed our tears, it's okay to rip down our walls, and it's okay to just need someone else by our sides as we attempted to recall every other thing that has happened together with the one we miss most. 

Always looking out for the forever mischievous. 

I've never once forgotten about my grandfather, though it's been 5 years since the day he passed. Today marks that anniversary again. I'll have to admit I cried last night, because night falls are the worst. But I'll also remember his carefree spirit, and how much he had loved life. He had lived till 76. He has seen his children grow. He has watched his grandchildren run around. And now he is free. My grandfather was a man who believed that he would never stay put when he one day leaves the world. 

And perhaps today, he's sipping tea somewhere in India. 

In loving memories. Always.