Today is the ten year death anniversary of my grandma. My grandma, just like maybe yours, was an amazing woman. I loved her more than anyone. Even more than my parents. She was filled with so much love. She always took my side no matter what.
I still vividly remember the day she passed away. I was eleven. All three of us siblings would sleep with grandma. It was a Friday. I woke up first. I looked at everyone. My brother, sister and grandma were all sleeping. I got out of bed and went to take a shower. While I was in the shower, I heard voices. It was my dad. He was shouting “MUM MUM MUM WAKE UP MUM MUM WAKE UP” but she didn’t. I got out of the shower immediately and saw my dad kneeling down at her bedside and crying. I’m never going to forget that day.
When she died, I felt as if this was some kind of a punishment from God. Because she always said: “If you’re gonna be naughty, I’m gonna go away” I carried that with me for weeks until I finally asked my mum. And my mum said: “Oh sweety, grandma loved you the most in the world, she went away because it was her time. God just wanted her back. It has nothing to do with you.”
My grandma’s death was the first death I ever experienced. The person whom I loved the most went away the quickest from my life. I cried a lot. I still cry sometimes, but I also smile a lot thinking about her.
I’ve met a lot of people over the years and whatever someone tells me that they weren’t close to their grandma it breaks my heart.
My grandma taught me to be kind and generous. She taught me not to care about what the world thinks but most importantly, she taught me what love means.
I miss you, Aji.
I hope you’ve had a close relationship with your grandma and even if you didn’t, I hope someone was there to teach you about love.