I think if my lolo is still alive, and we would have those mid-day to 4pm conversations while I'm drinking his nestea- and I would tell him about how I found a beautiful, smart, and lovely girlfriend; he would be delighted:)
and I couldn't even attend his funeral. I knew him as someone strong, but our friends later told me that they saw him finally break down at the hospital. He said that the truth was that he wanted to live a longer life. I still tear up thinking about it now.