My grandmother and I were always incredibly close. When I was a kid, I often stayed with her, and as I grew up, she was my confidant, true mentor, and eventually my roommate when I was in school.
Whenever I had a problem, she was one of the first people I went to. So when she went to the hospital, I knew she wanted me as much as I needed her. I and the rest of my family wanted to be with her, not stay away from her, even for a moment.
She inspired me to do what I love every single day, and I am so grateful to have grown up based on her energy and light. The best head massage I've ever received was always from her, and she had the softest hands to hold. She was a self-proclaimed palm reader and never failed to make me laugh.
Grandma always inspired me to do what she loved every day, and I am always so grateful to have grown up based on her energy and light. My grandmother died at 75.
Strangely, when she was born, doctors had said she would not live more than a few years because of a faulty heart valve, but my grandmother lived and how she used to work every day till the age of 75, barring a few last weeks, she would get up early and go to household work by six in the morning.
"The life of our family, you’re too loved to ever be forgotten. Grandma, I loved you so much."
She died of cardiac arrest. She had not been ill for a long time. At 75, she breathed her last that morning and said goodbye to the world.
I’ve been away in a different city and had to request an early release for a few days every week for about a month from my manager. I was in pain and she understood it. When I was grappling with my grandmother’s situation, professionally, things weren’t looking as good as they ever were.
When my grandmother passed away, I was at work and my father talked the whole thing over the phone. I thought what people said about those who have truly loved each other is that they are the ones who will handle the loss of a loved one gracefully. I felt they were wrong. The death of your loved ones never stops following you.
I still love to feel how close I wanted to be with my grandmother and with my family. I reached there only after she had gone to meet her maker, and I saw her body on the deathbed. I wish I had not seen her in that position, though, but that was out of my control.
I was in pain and really didn’t want to leave my family and friends, especially while grieving for something so important to me. I kept working but went home every few days.
I was shaken and tried as hard as I could, but it didn’t matter. By the end of the call, I was in tears, and I could not meet my grandma. I couldn’t understand what had happened and just looked at her dead body, feeling the pain of my grandmother’s death again.
"Rest in peace, my angel."
I wish I hadn’t seen her dead body. That scene will haunt me for the rest of my life!