Diarygame/betterlife 06/8/2021: MEMORIES OF MY LATE GRANDFATHER WILL NEVER FADE AWAY!

I greet you all,

It’s now a month since grandpa left us, but up to now it’s hard to believe that he is no more in our lives. He was my grandfather and at the same time daddy. Never in my life time had I ever called him grandfather since I had grown up knowing he was my daddy. When I was young, I used to call him “daddy kamotoka” because he was the only man who owned a car in our village by then.

It’s now a month since he left but it’s hard to forget whatever we had when he was alive. All his life, he put his grandchildren first. Everything he did he did it best for us.
Last Christmas, he gave us money to buy and enjoy whatever we wanted. He took us out, and bid us farewell after the holiday as we were traveling back to Kampala. Little did I know it was the last time seeing him.
I remember when our uncle passed and left over six children, grandfather made sure he educates them and gave them shelter and everything they needed. He’s happiness was seeing husband grandchildren happy.

Telling us stories was my best part, I remember he told us all children are the same whether girl or boy. Last year’s Christmas was my best, I spent it with my grandparents.
I miss those mornings when grandpa would wake me up early at 6am to make for him chips and dry tea. To cut for him some pineapple and apples.
Oh! I don’t think I will ever heal from this. He loved what we wanted, even when it came to watching screen, he watched with us the soaps that we wanted and laughed together with us.
He always encouraged me to read so hard and become a lawyer.
All the time his statement was ‘ I’m so proud that you’re doing Law!’

The worst part of it is that I was able to attend his burial ceremony because I was having exams. But nevertheless, I went and visited his grave, he isn’t resting with angels. He is in a better place. Although the memories of him never seem to fade away.

I cry every time I think of the fact that when I go to the village again, I won’t be able to spend time with my grandpa. I will go to visit the cattle with only grandma.
But what is life anyway???
Why is life so short, death?????? Why does it have to take away the loved ones??

Grandpa Difasi Tirusaasira was a very hardworking man, who served as an exemplary politician and inspired so many. It’s sad he won’t be there to attend my graduation after my four years of study, I will not be able to tell him how many cases I have handled, he won’t see his great grandchildren. How I wish God added him some ten years, only ten, they would be enough. I feel like it was so early for him to go.

But all in all, God has the final say, His will will always be done for He is our creator!
Such a very happy and handsome man that had no problem with anyone. Even though he is no more in our lives, I will live to remember him and no one can take his place. His legacy lives on,RIP to his soul.

It’s sad, but I’m happy to have shared my story here, I feel I have cried the pain and written it down, at least my heart feels light for now.

God bless you all!