The covid-19 pandemic has affected each and everyone of us. It might be less of a burden for the elite class, but, for some middle-class and lower class, it’s as if a plague just took over.
Amidst these trials, the one person that keeps me hoping for the best is my grandfather.
Recently, my grandfather passed away. I haven’t told people yet, only a handful of friends. He died at Palm Sunday morning. No, he didn’t die of the pandemic, rest assured. My grandfather suffered from asthma ever since he became a senior. He occasionally had pneumonia and was prescribed of maintanance meds. The last visit he had with the doctor was February this year. He was diagnosed with something related to his lungs that were not curable but he needed maintance medications. As he got older, he suffered from dementia, it wasn’t diagnosed, we just noticed it. He would say things about where the third floor is because he thinks he’s at the BIR where he used to work. Sometimes he’ll talk about fiestas at the backyard when there isn’t any. The past few months have been a burden, not to mention the lockdown that happened, and everyday I had to see him grow weaker. We weren’t able to confine him because we didn’t want him to be placed under PUI. So we became stricter with his meds, but sadly, he was being difficult. He didn’t want to drink them anymore. I even had to force him to eat and would help him just so he could eat. It hurts because I could have done more. I thought by Sunday that morning, he could have waited til we could ask help from someone to drive us to the hospital, but that’s when I woke up with sad news.

What makes things worse is the fact that we couldn’t leave the house because of lockdown. It just makes accepting things more difficult. Not being able to see my friends or go out to make my mind feel better. Thankfully, my boyfriend has been around manning the house and making sure I don’t have to shoulder the burden alone.
It’s so hard to pull my mind together and act like things are okay just to accomplish my responsibilities with school work. It’s as if my mind has a switch that switched my emotions to act happy and sad. You don’t just lose the person who gave you education and been there for 21 years to wake up and feel okay again. Not now, especially with the pandemic.
I don’t expect anyone to understand; we all mourn differently. But I’m doing the best I can to be able to finish college and hopefully be the lawyer he would have wished to see. Now, even with the pain I feel, I have to continue through it because I know that is what he would have wanted. He would probably insult me for being a cry baby, but hey, how else am I supposed to feel?
In these difficult times, we should all learn to look for a glimmer of hope that will remind us to keep going. It’s not an easy life, no one said it would ever be, but with the strength we have, life will get better. Hold onto that.



