I am my grandpa’s little girl. I remember him being proud always of my achievements. Both of us would wake up each morning and with my papa we harvest mangoes and chico fruits to bring home.
My grandpa loves my two kids. He would play with them and get the toy guitar while I sing and my kids would dance or sing with me.
Early one morning last year I got a call from my papa that my grandpa was rushed to the hospital. At that time I felt so sad. My grandpa was diagnosed to have prostate cancer and a brain clot from a bumped he had on his head.
As I was riding a bus going to the hospital to visit my grandpa, tears was pouring down my cheeks. I traveled for six hours on bus. I felt tremendous love and concern for my grandpa. I began to think about how good he has been to me and how well he has treated my kids.
Normally when I received a call from my papa that my grandpa was rushed to the hospital I would always say, “Kindly tell grandpa, to be strong.” But that call was different, something deep inside told me go there and stay with your grandpa even just for a day. So my kids and I traveled by bus and I left them with my mama and then I went to the hospital.
As I was near my grandpa’s bed I really cried. I never expected to see my strong grandpa lying so weak on that bed. He couldn’t talk or even say my name. I went there and just held his hand and whispered grandpa "I am here."
To my surprise he opened his eyes and smiled. I saw a tear in his eyes and he hugged me with his one arm. My relatives and the nurses were smiling because he uttered and called me by my name. Normally patients who have blood clots on their brain can’t remember a thing, so they were surprised when my grandpa remembered me.I felt how my grandpa loves me.He opened his eyes for the first time just to see me.
I left that afternoon feeling good, knowing that he will be ok. Later that same day I got a call and they said my grandpa was taken to the intensive care unit. The doctor’s diagnosed that his cancer was already severe and they had said he has only a few months to live. My grandpa has survived still until now. I am glad he is still alive but he can’t utter a word anymore and can’t remember vividly names of people.
I realized then that it was a good thing that I kept my compassionate heart open. That was the last time that I heard my grandpa said and remembered my name. But what if I said to myself that I couldn’t go, I am too busy? What if I have not been sensitive and insisted not to go? I would miss out something precious-an irreplaceable moment with my grandpa remembering me clearly and saying my name for the last time.
If we feel God wants us to do something for someone, let us obey. Let us keep our heart of compassion open. Let us be discerning and sensitive of the love that has been beating inside our hearts. When we feel compassion and a special love toward someone, it is there for a specific reason..it maybe too late if we won't listen. All we need to do is to follow and respond..