I mentioned in my introduction that I was raised by my grandparents. Like kids with the same experience as me, I also received so much love and was spoiled by them.
My papa, he's my grandpa. My biological father had never been with me ever since. I never looked for my father even when I was young because this man never lacked or let me feel that I was missing something.
Growing up, we were like a team. When he buys something that he does not want my grandma to know, I am the best person to keep that secret. When we went out of our little town he always made sure I got something I wanted as a kid. That love never faded till I grew up.
The saddest part of my life was when I received the news that he wasn't good anymore. I broke out thinking I couldn’t lose this man praying so much for him not to be taken away from me. It was at its worst time— it was in the middle of this pandemic
Yes, I lost him in February of this year. The fear of not being able to imagine life without him is killing me. The pain was so great I even questioned everything that I did. I could not even see the people around me that cared for me. I am blinded in pain and regrets.
Until the day I realized, that I was being selfish. I only think about myself since I was left behind. I now understand that he is in a better place happy and healthy.
This will be his first day in heaven. I miss him more than ever. He even hugged me in my dream a few days ago, trying to remind him that it's his birthday soon.
I love you so much and till we meet again pa
Did you grew up with your grandparents too? If so, how was your experience? Was it the same with mine or no? Please comment down below and I'll be happy to share more.
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