I was playing basketball with my buddy matthew today. We were playing one on one when this little girl started watching us. I didn't think much at first and tried to pound matthew a bit more (He won anyway, who knew his shots would go in?). I later tossed the ball to her during our break. She picked it up and just tried to throw it back at me as far as she could. A thing about these kids, they're really talkative. First she talks about us (me and matt) playing basketball then she asks me to guess her age. This 6-year old kid just played around tossing and passing and stuff even dribbling. Then she just talked a lot, she talked about her dad and siblings(a brother and two sisters). Later, she tells me about her mom. Kinda hard to take it in at first. At first I wasn't sure about what I heard, but it just hit. Her mom died of cancer. Hard to believe a little girl like this could take it so well. No kidding she was brighter than those kids I took care of in church. How many kids could do a full line of monkey bars and climb 9 foot poles in the fitness corner? I was like wow this kid has big future in sports. She went home after some time with her grandfather. I played one more game with matthew before we ate out and tv and playing station games later.
The time my grandfather passed away, I could still remember it. It was hard to take. My dad called and it just came out then it was a really slow time from there. It was hard for my dad and my uncles. To make it short, it was like time slowed down every minute and it was never easy during the mourning, and never easier in the burial. My dad and I still go down there with fresh flowers and all to visit the grave.
My grandparents were really unselfish. They didn't desire too much expensive stuff and didn't like it much either although they appreciated it a lot when we sent gifts from Singapore. It was a sad time for me. I enjoyed playing with my grandfather during those times even when he suffered a stroke he still played around with us. He probably could hear us playing in the basketball courts just outside his room and everytime we came in, I alwats felt that it lifted his spirits till we were just bugging him. I didn't remember a lot about my grandfather but what his life really spoke more about what he wanted to do in life. He raised kids who became smart and disciplined ,and me and my cousins were kinda following in his footsteps. Family always came first for him and pretty much just took care of us with my grandmother later on. Now my grandmother is still here, we're still taking care of her and in a way she's taking care of us. The caring never really stops. Whether it's grandparents or children, caring is a 24-7 job that we do. It just goes on.
I love it. I love the game and the intensity it gives. All I have is words. I just say that yes I love this game. I love this sport and I want my actions to speak louder than words.
Just words.
just happens.
Just move on.
