Drifting

 
     Yesterday I went to a drift/car show event in the outskirts of Chicago called Automass. I went with two of my good friends and had an awesome time hanging with them and running around in Chicago. Got some hotdogs, Filipino food for Ina (mom) and I and took TONS of pictures. I even bought a Dragonball Z t-shirt which was epic. I also stopped at my first ever tattoo shop, but I didn't get a tattoo, instead I ate some delicious cheesecake over there, lol. We went there because one of my friends wanted to get his tat retouched, but the tattoo artist forgot about his appointment and was working on someone when we arrived. But, I also got an estimate on a tattoo that I wanted to get and was well.. pricey but not too bad. As for now I will hold that idea in the back of my head.

     Overall I had an awesome Sunday, was worth procrastinating on my homework, and worth the sunburn that is now on my face.

Recovering

     Well, my family including my uncles, one of my older cousins and my young niece are here in the hospital visiting my grandfather. He seems to be slowly getting better now. He still seems to be very sedated from the drugs, but his vital readings are showing ok.

Grandpa

Being that this is my first time doing these blogs, I might as well make this my personal blog.

     Today I though this was going to be a regular day of my weekend, but was awoken by my father who told me we must help my grandfather to the hospital. Since the beginning of January this year, he has been gradually getting weaker and weaker. Today he was barely strong enough to keep himself on his own two feet out the door with his walker. He almost fell over, but luckily the door was there to catch him. Just as my grandmother drove him to the hospital, my family received a call that he had suffered a mild heart attack and that his heart had stopped but they managed to revive him back to life. If he wasn't there, it would have been over for him in the house.

     The doctors and nurses were able to get him all stable and he is in the ICU hanging on there. But what really got to me was how much my grandmother has and still love and care for him. They have been married for over 60 years. When I saw my grandmother slowly pat his head, I almost lost it. I just never witnessed seeing that kind of love and realize how long they held for each other. All I can think now is that I hope my grandfather will survive. He has taught me something that I have always loved to do, and that is fishing.

     Just like what he did to my own father and my uncles, he has taught me how to fish ever since I was four. Sort of like a hand-me-down trait in the family, I loved to spend the morning and nights with my grandfather just to go out and fish. I always heard him whistle some tunes and throw a couple of jokes and laugh. The best memory that I ever had between the two of us was when we went night fishing on Lake Puckaway for catfish. The calm cool nights, the frogs croaking, him whistling under the moon, and the constant overload of catching the fish, it was a picture in my head that I can never forget. Plus I can never erase all the things he taught me and the intense rough-housing and playful hitting that we would do when I was a kid. I have a feeling that my family and I are beyond lucky to have this loving person in our family.