A random blog.
I know I’m late, but I’ll let this out anyway. Approximately two months ago, I lost someone, a big piece my heart. My grandmother.
She was well, the only grandparent I had, both, maternal and paternal. If you’ve read my previous blogs, you might know how her condition was deteriorating by every second.
My grandmother was bedridden. She was, for the last 6 years. We had a few caretakers over the span of 6 years. Being a typical oldie, she picked up quarrels with all of the caretakers my mom hired, mom and me ended up doing all the work. With being bedridden, she also had Alzheimer’s, clinically accepted and as she just remembered nothing. Paired with Alzheimer’s she also had Parkinson’s. Cutting to the chase, the last meal anyone fed her was me. We were sitting on her bed, where I fed her porrage, considering the fact she shooed away all the caretakers and told them to call me. After I fed her, I made her sleep, patting her head, unaware it would be the last meal she’d ever eat. I sat besides her when she was sleeping, all alone in the house, unaware of the fact I was sitting besides my dead grandmother’s physical body. I had no idea what had happened, she was breathing, but she was brain-dead. My mom came home after two hours, I told her how my grandmother had been sleeping since the last 4 hours. My mom tried to wake her up, shook her, ran a spoon across her foot, tried to wake her up, until the doctors were called in. It was a rainy day, bundled with thundering and lightning, I knew a storm was approaching. It was 1AM, mom was still in the hospital, while I was told to take care of the house like everytime. I slept. I heard some voices when I was asleep, it was mom and all the relatives. I rushed to the other room, the storm, the rains had ended. Mom told me my grandmother passed away, a natural death, in the house itself. We had been taking care of her since 6+ years now. We knew the pain she was in. In the year 2016, she was admitted in the ICU, for 13 times. We knew her pain. We didn’t cry, we bid her goodbye, with a smile on our faces, remembering the strong lady in our hearts, who pulled it off and conquered death since the last 6 years.
Since we’ve completed the last rites and rituals of her, I could hear voices, I had weird dreams. I wasn’t in the state of mind to talk about this, or anything in general. Now I’m in a way better place in my life. I sure miss her, but everything happens for the good.
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