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Sunday, May 31, 2009 @ 9:10 PM

finally felt the pain of losing someone
you love most. the pain of bottling up
everything. the pain of hiding all your
emotions behind faces. the pain of
fighting back your tears. as i see
grandpa's coffin moving slowly into the
furnace, i cried real hard. it hurt me
emotionally. it pains the heart even more
than seeing him in the coffin with his
skinny face. just because that you cant see
him anymore; alive or dead. as we went
back to his apartment block, the adults
started moving things. all i thought was
these things are our memories, why are
you all throwing it away? i looked at the
things that were going to thrown. poker
cards. he was so nice to us. buying poker
cards for us to play during new year. one
thing was that he was too kind. rumors
about selling the house. childhood memories
all gone. maybe everything had to be stored
in the heart. etched. but i dont know if it can
store everything. one big part of it is my
grandpa. the other part, i dont know if
everything can go into it.