My November Rain

just a note from the author. something inside me has been nagging at me to do this story. its quite personal. however this shall be published in my blog.

My November Rain

I still remember that day, it is firmly encased in the form of a memory. A memory i wish to but unfortunately cannot forget. It is lodged deep in my brain. It was a day which would completely change my outlook on life.

In fact on that day the sun was still shining brightly and hanging in the sky amidst the magnolia clouds, however it appeared as a downpour deep in my heart.

He was laying on the bed, deep in coma. It was a normal hospital bed and there were many frightening gadgets beside it. He was lifeless and on the verge of passing on, he looked so old and miserable and he knew that he was a cat who had found that all nine lives had been used up. I stared at his eyes which was shut and i told myself i would not weep for the passing of this fellow loved one would only mean him going to a better place. I stood by the side, just looking. The rest of his family surrounded his bed, most were crying. My father whom was closest to him was the nearest. I respect my dad, and i know my dad has also respected his dad. Looking back, i just stood there, feeling helpless, nothing i could do to prolong his life or to end his misery without taking away his life. Many thoughts flowed through my head but i cannot remember them, all i felt was this deep sorrow and the remorse of not having spend enough time with him.

A distant memory, as my parents always told me i had been a picky baby, always choosing to wake up in the middle of the night and wailing till my lungs burst. Black cats, that was what i was always after and even in the wee hours of morning he would always carry me downstairs in search of stray black cats. At this moment, i could not control myself, i weeped. Silently and in a corner of the room i stood, tears rolling down my face. I rarely cried and the last time was so long ago. I had almost forgot the feeling of crying.

His wife and his son held his hands and they reassured him he was going off to a better place where he would have a better life. It was hard to let go. I glanced around and everyone, like me, was also crying.

Sometimes its so weird, we see it happening everyday on television and we will not expect the situation in the drama to become so real. It was like i was in the show but it was reality. I wiped my face and once again tried to rearrange my emotions. It was the first time i had to deal with such a situation.

The sound of the the life support machine going on a single note could be heard. Just like the passing of the April shower, my grandfather had passed away.