The Wind

             Flashing back from the past, where on my great grandfather and I have made a bunch of memories that would not be removed from my heart and mind.

             He is a well-mannered man, he never shouts to anyone though he is very old. A gentle voice was always to be heard by him like I was listening to an angel.

             When I was sitting beside him without saying anything, he would touch my arm and he would tell a story that made me entirely focused to him.

             If he saw me crying with pain and misery, he would pat my head and say, “Everything’s going to be okay”

             And most of all, the words that came out from him were full of concern.

             Questions like: How are you? How are your studies? Do you take care of your sister? Do you eat well at home?

             Do you always pray at night? Do you go to church every Sunday? Do you feel grateful to all the blessings the Lord gave you?

             His curiosity never bothers me because I know that he is just showing his love.

             But when I was going home, his eyes seemed to fill up with tears and his voice was barely a whisper as he asked, “Will you come back soon?”

             I promised him that I will return, but something terrible happened in November 9, 2008. Four days after joining in Division Sci- Jingle where my classmates and I won.

             My great-grandfather whom is also my best friend, had passed away. I was moaning, speechless and I remained silent while I close my eyes, imagining he’s still here.

             Without hesitation, my family and I went in the funeral. I bit my lip hard, trying to stop myself from crying but as soon as we arrived, there’s nothing I can do but to burst out all of my emotions.

             There he was, in a white coffin. Though his face is wrinkled, a smile appeared that symbolized his freedom.

             August 25 is his birthday; I remembered the card I had given him. He still kept it; I put it on the coffin and stay there for a long time, thinking about our promises and secrets.

             At the burial, tears came out from my eyes that it was already reddish and my whole body was shaking because my friend is finally with God.

             Four years passed and today is his birthday. Memories were to be remembered and never to be forgotten.

             At this time, I was trying to imagine that he is talking to me. I ask him the same question, “Will you come back?”

             The wind passes by as it dries my tears as if it is saying, “I’m only here and I will not leave you because I love you”.