My Grandpa

His name was Jorge Pareja Ayo, he died last year on april 2008.
why do I want to write about him? well specially today I've been thinking about him, about how much I miss him. Since I was little, he was such a wonderful grandpa, whenever we went out I remember that he always bought to me everything my eyes saw ahuahau and after my father always got mad when I went back home with so many toys :). I loved to go to his house, he was so sweet and nice with my sister and I.
But sadly years after he move to another city in Bolivia so we had to travel 6 hours to see him, and whenever we went I felt so sad because he lived alone, I mean he was independent but I tought he was too lonely. Years after, he moved again but fortunately my family moved too so we were all together again!! in a tropical place another city in Bolivia. Since then we always had sunday family lunchs, and he was always there, his favorite food was chinesse specially sweet like sweet pork and rice, I love sweet food like him so we have something in common.
But in 2007 he started to become different, he was too tired to read the newspaper every morning, something that years before didnt miss at all. Moreover, he wanted to be more lonely and he fell constantly.
In 2008 he was worst, he fell more constantly and he wasnt as excited and happy as before. I remember my dad telling me that we should be preparing for the worst, but I wasnt ready yet because I was never used to this. I wanted my grandpa to live for ever specially I wanted him to be like before.
But the day came and one week before we knew that this was gonna happen anytime and anyday,he got sick and he was in the hospital. I was so sad cause I knew my grandpa hated doctors and hospitals and medicines. The day after we went back home something horrible happened, when my grandpa wanted to go to the bathroom he and my grandma fell and my grandpa hurt his head, what could be worst? when I found out that I just cry cause even tough he was sick, weak, unhappy he ha suffered more pain.
So the next day I went to his house, actually he was looking good, I was happy!!! he was still in his bed of course he couldnt move so much so he took him outside in the garding his favorite place to relax, every morning he went there to breath some fresh air and to se the colorfull birds that came to his house. but the next day he was bad again, he didnt want to move to even go outside, so I went to his house again to take care of him and to be with him all the time cause I knew what was going to happen. That day thanks god, I had the chance to tell him everything I wanted to tell him and I cant take his eyes from my head, the way he looked at me when I was talking to him, the way he tried to tell me something, but he was to weak. The next day at 3 in the morning my aunt called, and told us that he was gone... that night I felt like if someone was graving me like hugging me, I couldnt move for a while even tough I was awake I dont know why, I think it was my grandpa trying to say goodbye to me..... now he's an angel, my angel for ever..