FAMILY IS THE CLOSEST TO YOUR HEART…
Do you ever feel like you just can’t lose a family member? The same just happened to me. I was happily getting ready for school like any ordinary morning on the day of my literature assessment. my aunt suddenly calls my momo. I know that something is wrong. I just know it or else she wouldn’t call mom so early. The news comes that my grandfather had passed away, this very morning. I was broken, shattered like the glass of a broken mirror. It stung me like hell. I knew he was sick but I didn’t know that the situation would be this worse. Just the previous month(in May), I had visited him at our village and he was bedridden. He couldn’t lift his head, nor could he move his arms and legs, His nose had a pipe through which only liquids could go in. His hands were tied as he would always try to pull out the food tube.
He had bed sores all over the body. FYI, bed sores are deep holes in your body like someone just scooped out a part of your body like a deep cone and only flesh is visible. He suffered a lot. And then after a year of suffering, he got pneumonia and fever as the dumbs as f**k doctors took out his nose tube to change it and while putting it back, pushed the tube in his lungs instead of his stomach. WHY? cause they didn’t know… But that caused us the life of my dear old Grandpa. HE used to give me and my sister books of the college of his daughter, my elder aunt. No wonder we could not understand a thing as we were so little that time.
The moment the news of his death came, I burst out crying, helplessly. I was always the most emotional one in my family. Dad and mom just said that thankfully, that was the end of his suffering and that god finally had mercy on him,. But to me, it was just that god snatched away what was over. The whole generation of my grandpa and his eleven younger sisters were all dead. It just even hurts me to say that he is dead. During his last ceremonial rights in our village, I was just crying. Everyone tried to console me but nothing seemed to work at that time. My two aunts and I were crying helplessly, holding onto each other. I don’t know why but not a single drop of tear fell from my father’s eyes and so, when I asked him why, he said, if you had seen him struggle till the end, you wouldn’t cry, but you will be happy that God would be kind to him and this would mean the end of the suffering. Others said that the soul of my grandpa has been transferred into a small baby that is born and which would mean that that would be the rebirth of my grandpa in form of a small, little, tiny baby. My mom said that only his body has been taken away and has been burnt, but his soul is still with us. The only thing is that we can’t see him anymore, but he is always with us. I guess so but what is better than listening to his stories, sitting on his lap like kids do (well, I am fat though, so…:D) and listening to him tell us about his childhood and then pinpointing the differences between his childhood and mine. I don’t really believe in god, but I just hope that wherever grandpa is, he is watching over us and guides us through the way of life. And one more thing. Grandpa, I love you a million.
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