Repercussions
Hey there, angsty kid. I have an idea what the karma was all about. That was rotten luck, eh? Yes, it wasn't funny at all. Just make sure you avoid such an incident next time by keeping an eye out for your stuff around the house. That sucks so much that you can't even relax at home. A lot of siblings would seem like angels (mine included) when compared to your brother.
However, I also read your post about your dad, who is ill, as we know. I might not know the nitty gritty details of what went wrong between you and your dad. We all hate our dads at some point, and maybe your father-son relationship is a hundred times more shattered than most.
But if your dad does pass away, and you find yourself gloating when that happens, believe me, you just might be filled with guilt later on. What for, you ask? For hating another person so much, and having nothing to do with them because of this.
My grandpa, my mother's dad I mean, was a sax player who happened to be a drunkard. He eventually died from liver problems, and my mom couldn't fly home to attend his wake because she had to keep her job in the States. My grandpa lived in La Union, but sometimes he and my grandma visited.
He dropped by one evening when only my brother and I were home. And perhaps because I didn't want to see him drinking again, I didn't let him inside our house. I was in grade school at the time. Through the gap in the door I told him my grandma was in San Mateo, Rizal, where my mom's elder brother lived. So he turned away to go there instead. From our balcony, my brother and I watched him shuffling toward the tricycles on the street, but somehow we didn't come after him and ask him to just stay the night.
When my grandpa died a couple years later, I didn't cry. But the guilt from turning him away that night still bothers me today. And I'm telling you, it's never a good feeling when you tell yourself you should've treated someone better, you should've given them a chance. But it's over now, and no matter how sorry you feel, there's no bringing it back.
Hey there, angsty kid. I have an idea what the karma was all about. That was rotten luck, eh? Yes, it wasn't funny at all. Just make sure you avoid such an incident next time by keeping an eye out for your stuff around the house. That sucks so much that you can't even relax at home. A lot of siblings would seem like angels (mine included) when compared to your brother.
However, I also read your post about your dad, who is ill, as we know. I might not know the nitty gritty details of what went wrong between you and your dad. We all hate our dads at some point, and maybe your father-son relationship is a hundred times more shattered than most.
But if your dad does pass away, and you find yourself gloating when that happens, believe me, you just might be filled with guilt later on. What for, you ask? For hating another person so much, and having nothing to do with them because of this.
My grandpa, my mother's dad I mean, was a sax player who happened to be a drunkard. He eventually died from liver problems, and my mom couldn't fly home to attend his wake because she had to keep her job in the States. My grandpa lived in La Union, but sometimes he and my grandma visited.
He dropped by one evening when only my brother and I were home. And perhaps because I didn't want to see him drinking again, I didn't let him inside our house. I was in grade school at the time. Through the gap in the door I told him my grandma was in San Mateo, Rizal, where my mom's elder brother lived. So he turned away to go there instead. From our balcony, my brother and I watched him shuffling toward the tricycles on the street, but somehow we didn't come after him and ask him to just stay the night.
When my grandpa died a couple years later, I didn't cry. But the guilt from turning him away that night still bothers me today. And I'm telling you, it's never a good feeling when you tell yourself you should've treated someone better, you should've given them a chance. But it's over now, and no matter how sorry you feel, there's no bringing it back.
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