This is my sister, cousin and I with our Grandfather Eduardo. This photo was taken the sunday we got back from the taylorswift concerts in Santa Clara. He was so excited to hear about my weekend going to both days of the her concerts. This morning i did my usual routine and got ready for work. before i left the house i let everyone know i was leaving for work. i walked into my grandfathers room and smiled at him and told him “i’m leaving for work now, i’ll see you later” he looked up at me from his bed, waved and said “ok. take care”
After a long day at work, I was excited to tell my grandfather about my day at work and how i was able to get the new VanityFair with Taylor on the cover from the Barnes and Nobles next to my work. (He loved to see me be a Swiftie) but as i pulled up to my house i noticed all of my relatives cars were parked there. my initial thought was “oh fun, a family party” but then i noticed a police car and a police officer in front of my house. I could then feel my heart sink. As i get out of my car my father approaches me and it my heart sank further down because i know that my father shouldn’t even be home from work for another couple hours. He puts his hand on my shoulder and looks at me and says the words i’ve been dreading to hear, “He’s Gone…”
My grandfather was the man who picked me up from elementary school in the afternoons, He was my support and my biggest fan. He believed in me to the very end and supported me no matter what. i majored in Radio and TV broadcasting with dreams of becoming a host on radio or TV or something. and while i was going to school, my other family members would tell me why don’t you just be this or that instead because your major doesn’t make money. But my grandfather would always defend me and tell me to do what i love and follow my dreams. I than graduated and became the on screen talent for a website called Retrenders.com and when everyone told me to just quit and get a real job that makes money, my grandfather continued to have my back and tell me to just follow my dreams. I’ll never forget how he wished me luck before each of my shoots. i wouldn’t be where I am without him. i’ll never forget how much he loved to hear me play and sing on my ukulele. i loved playing and singing Taylor Swift covers for him whenever he’d ask.
But now that he is not here, I can’t help but feel this emptiness. who will be the one to tell me “you can do it” when i’m feeling scared and lack confidence? who will be the one to tell to keep going and not stop when everyone else tells me to quit? i guess i’m just feeling scared and a little alone. i just dont know what to do now that hes gone =(
