Yes, new tumblr so people can stalk me and figure me out and blah blah blah. Any who, I want to take this time to honor someone that really means a lot to me. Last weekend my cousin woke me up with terrible news.
"Delon wake up," she stops and waits as I slowly open my eyes, and when they opened she said, "Grandpa Alex died last night."
I started looking around the room not knowing what to think. Then I slowly put my head down and covered my face with my arms as the tears ran down my cheeks and I started to sob. The news just kept playing over and over in my head.
As I left my cousin’s house, I tried to stay calm as possible. Thoughts of my grandfather just kept running through my head. I exited off the freeway so that I can park somewhere and smoke real quick to calm me down, but boy was I wrong. I got out of my car, and about 5 seconds in with the cigarette I broke down. I dropped to my knees and cried like I’ve never cried before.
I’m really glad I got to see him one last time before he passed away, and I’m very glad that I was the person who found him. When I found him, I didn’t know what to expect, if he remembered me or not. Surprisingly, he did remember me after nearly 10 years of not seeing me, it brought me to tears.
I just remember every time we visited my grandpa when he was still here in California, he would cook fried chicken, sing some song, watch and crack up to 3 stooges. He did the same thing when I visited him in Hawaii about 3-4 years ago.
What kept Grandpa Alex strong and alive was his thoughts about his family. He was always thinking about us and he remembered us. Now that he finally got a chance to see his family again, he can finally rest. Grandpa, please continue thinking about us, and watch over our family. We will miss you, and always love you.