Two deaths

I don't really like talking about deaths. There's something about that topic that evokes loneliness and pain. But it happened one day in two people I know and so I went to the funeral.
Aaron's grandpa died from a lingering illness. He was blind and diabetic. We call him Tito Chris. They were our close next-door neighbors. Aaron always does ' over the bakod' to get to our house and play with us. Tito Chris' family is very much prepared and they anticipated his coming end. I really admired them for that. If it happened to me, I would fall into pieces. I guess, the afterlife needs preparation too. At least Tito Chris is no longer suffering, he's with the Lord and maybe with his drinking buddies, Mira's dad and Cyron's grandpa ( neighbors also). I guess I just remember Tito Chris when he was still alive.
My Uncle Denz followed soon. I though Tito Jim was just joking when he texted about it. He was so young at 51 but he had a lot of illness. Tito Denz is a respected prof and Head at Baste. He was my psychic adviser before. It's just sad we weren't in good terms when he died. It was sad I never said 'Sorry' to him. I will never say sorry if I think I didn't do anything wrong. But as Babyface sings sometimes a person doesn't know he or she is wrong. Now, my Uncle's dead, I can never really say it again, maybe on his coffin na lang.
Sayang, he didn't became a healer. He was next in line since he was a psychic. Sayang, we never talked again like we used to. Gosh, he just hosted grandmama's 90th b-day. Maybe grandmama will outlive us all because of that amulet. What if I swallow that thing? hay, I'd never do that. I guess, these deaths mean something. It's either a life lived worthily or a wasted life. And makes you think what's next in the afterlife? What is out there in the buddhist beliefs? I guess, these deaths of two good people will leave a good memory to me.