I’m trying not to be sentimental but in these days, I’m visiting my grandpa in hospital every day. After his 8th hard attack, his time on this world is bloody short.
Today he touched my hand and said “Remember; death is part of the life. You can’t do anything about it … you know”
He is also murbeling about life, how goes by so quickly. I’m twenty four and he is seventy-six. And he is the only person I can play chess with.
I can’t get rid of the idea that there is fifty-two years between us. And because I’ve got his DNA, I will be very likely in fifty-two years on his place in similar situation.
"Look at me" he told me "It’s up to you, how you will use your time on the world, you know…fuck anything else. Life must be lived when it’s time for it. Later, it’s too late."
Than he started to speak about his childhood as usual. From some reason I’ve got strong demand to record all of that. What else has bigger value than that? It’s someones life.
To tomorrow I will take chess to the hospital.