It was the hardest day of my life. My heart sank to the
stomach and I was at loss for words. All I could do was cry. It’s true when
they say that a phone call can change your entire life in just seconds.
17 September 2019 - a day l will never forget. It was a day
that my world became less bright, less fun, and less right. My heart ached. My
vision blurred. The only thing going on in my mind was - I’ve never lived in a world where he didn’t exist. I’ve never lived
in a world where he did not draw breath.
1 year has
passed since then. These days, I must
learn how to overcome the kind of pain that all of us must go through: the
death of someone we love.
I still remember, how
he used to get me a khare shengdana
every day after school. How he used to tell me stories before dinner. How he
used to laugh on my lame jokes. And then I remember his body has now turned
into ashes. That smile along with his photo has now sunk into the river bed.
I keep getting snapped back and forth between the beautiful memories and his death - the reality that my heart deems
unforgivable.
My brain tells my heart. “It’s okay. He’s 90. He lived a great life. Be happy for him!” “It’s
just the body he left behind. His soul is now in heaven.” I'm smart enough
to try to rationalize myself out of the pain.
But the little girl who he took to school every day didn’t care. There’s
nothing my brain says that can stop her. “He’s
dead! I’m not happy!” She protests.
“You can’t cremate him
up, right?” My brain disapproves of my childlike sadness.
All of a sudden, I want to cry. All of a sudden I want to play
video games, to go shopping, to eat - anything to distract me from this
pain.
Sadness rushes over me. I begin to choke up. I sob, and
weep, and wail, and break down. My lips and shoulders quiver. I curl up to even
a smaller ball. I cry the noisy cry of a child
But then I remember he would want me to be happy. He would
want me to climb mountains of success. He would want me to make him proud the
same way I’m to be his granddaughter. He was a person with silver in his hair
and gold in his heart.
If he can listen to
me – “Your laugh and your smile always
run through my head every so often, and your spirit lives within me. You helped
me grow into the strong, independent, hard-working and good-hearted person that
I have become today. I will always cherish every single minute spent with you.
Love you always and forever.”
He must be very proud and lucky to have grand daughter like you....! May his soul rest in peace.
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