Reposting a post for a contest at BlogAdda.com. A post very close to my heart…
When my grandfather died, I was just 5 years old. I was too little to make sense of what was happening around me or rather did not want to bother. It was just like a vacation, only it was impromptu, where I was meeting all my cousins. The mood was somber, a sea of white, no smiles. It made me curious but no one of my age realized what was happening out there. I missed his presence but somehow I was too busy playing to let it hassle me. I asked once or twice for him to my mom and dad but they said he had gone out to meet someone. They were honest. He went to meet God. But what I didn’t know was that he was never coming back.
He was my Dad’s father. Whenever we went to our native, he used to take me for long walks. We used to play, eat street food and have loads of fun. He used to tell me so many stories and I used to tell him about my friends, my teachers and lot more. We had a connection, which I doubt, I can never feel with any one else.
Today of all days, after more than 25 years, I felt like writing an open letter to my granddad telling him what I couldn’t when he left…
I hope you are doing fine. Wherever you are, I hope they are treating you nice. I never got the chance to tell you what I felt when you left me. If I knew, I wouldn’t have let Him take you. You were my friend. I could talk to you about anything anytime. I was never afraid of you. Remember, once you gave me a coin as a good luck charm to do well in my exams. I still have it in my pocket and it gives me the strength to live life the way you did.
You lived your life as if you owned it. You started with a meager stall and went on to own your own stores. You gave the best education to your children. You loved us all unconditionally and taught us the art of selfless love.
I saw you growing old but not weak. I always loved playing with your white hairs and your wrinkled cheeks. To tell you the truth, I have also started getting some and I don’t like it (sob, sob!). I loved your chair and that wobbly feeling it gave when I used to climb on it.
But one day, you were suddenly gone. The chair was empty and it no longer cradled. You didn’t tell me and I hate you for that. I wanted you to see me growing, going to college, making my career, getting married, having my own kids. I wanted my kid to see you and play with you. I wanted you to hug him and I know you would have felt very proud and happy.
I miss you grandpa. I always will.
I wish that my kid and all other kids grow up with the love of their grand parents because the selfless love and affection they give to their grand children is far beyond what parents can give. So don’t miss a moment – if you have grandparents and you haven’t seen them lately, go and meet them, make them feel special. They just want some of your time and respect and in return you will have all what they have – the pure, unadulterated love.