A HERO NEVER DIES

   


    A HERO NEVER DIES
    BY: MAKATANG PETMALU

 Having a good father while growing up was good. Especially if you don’t have enough time with your parents because they were busy in their works. During my childhood, my grandpa took care for me and my sister. He was the one who sends us to school and fetch us very dismissal. Grandfather was doing those things because my mom was in Hong Kong and my dad was busy for his work as a driver. I really thank God because our grandpa was there for us. He taught me how to count and he always tells us legends about Benguet. I can say that grandfather was so kind because every time my father scolds me, grandpa also scold my father. We stayed in their home in Tadiangan until I reached the age of six. When my mother came back to the Philippines we left our grandpa at Tadiangan and transferred to Crystal Cave. That time I was so sad because I will be departed from him. The only time we can bond with him is during vacation because we are staying in his house together with my cousins. When I was 11 years old, something bad happened to him and he was rushed to the hospital because of stroke. The doctor said that the stroke was caused by diabetes. We cannot deny the fact that he liked eating unhealthy foods. At that time the only thing that makes grandpa alive was insulin. After a month, they brought back grandpa back in his home and gathered all his sons and daughters for a dinner. That night he made a statement, he said that he is tired and he doesn’t want to take insulin. I can say that it was so dramatic because grandpa was telling my goodbye. I saw my mom and my siblings crying. After three weeks my grandfather died, I feel so down when dad told me that thing. During his burial I can't stop my tears from falling down, but we can’t do anything. I consider my grandpa as a hero for what he had done. Even though his presence in the earth was gone he will always stay in our hearts and in our mind.