Death, so far yet so near...

About a week from now my great gramps Mohammed passed away...

It's been two years since Great Grams Hesah died, I still remember the look great gramps Mohammed had when they were taking her to the grave at it still haunts me to this day...

I remember going downstairs yawning all the way like any other day when my mom stops me and says that my dad tried waking me up earlier by banging my door, this quickly alarms me so I ask where he is to see what the deal is...

Of course, mom tell me he left town and was heading to the Miznab...
That's when I started to get the feeling to Deja-vu, and as expected she explains to me great gramps passed away...

After that I just headed out running with whatever I had packed, thankfully I was lazy enough to not have unpacked a small bag from a previous trip a week ago so I quickly pick it up and drove for 3 hours before the funeral began...

Since then I've been helping with the family with visits of people, though through most of it all I've been thanking about great gramps and how I didn't visit him the last time I was there...

I guess you can call it guilt, as the last time I talked to great gramps was almost half a year ago...

So yeah, just came back home, though great gramps is still lingering in my head....

I still remember when I was a kid and how he used to scold me and my cousin when we played with the house's trolley zooming all around, one whack with his cane and we would shut up, though we'd still try to get again and still end up with another whack... xD

So great gramps, thanks for being there to whack me when I needed it...
I love you...

"الله يرحمك ويدخلك اعلى درجات الجنة"