This isn’t a story, neither does it start with once upon a time. This is a lesson, a lesson I wish someone had taught me earlier.
We all got grandparents. Some of us cherish the idea of having them, some of us don’t bother visiting them, some of us are too busy in day to day activities of life and some of us are left in regret of not realising what we had, until its gone. I am one of the last category.
My grandma; lovely lady, grandma of not only her grand children but also of all the children of our area. She was one of those people who talked a lot and never got tired.
I liked her talkative nature but sometimes it annoyed me. But still I loved her. Everyone loved her. She was amazing, she was beautiful, she laughed with a toothless grin, she had difficulty in walking due to age factors but she was a determined lady, she believed she could do it, she would do it in any circumstances. She loved her husband whom she had lost for about 17 years ago.
As I grew young, she grew old. As I grew into a teen age girl, she grew even more old. I used to go to meet her after long time and she would complain about this, but still she would bloomed with happiness on seeing me. I found it a bit crazy and could not understand why she loves me? As I always used to stay away from her but still I always forget all my worries on meeting her and talking to her.
She often travel to Pakistan to visit her hometown and would always come back also. But now when she traveled to Pakistan after eid ul fitr, I didn’t even go to see off her. As I used to meet her even less than before. I thought she would come back like always……. But, she never came back, she passed away during her peaceful sleep. She left me forever, she left me regretful, sorrowful, and heart broken.
She called us on eid ul azha. All I did was say a quick wish to her and resumed my work. I didn’t bother to talk to her more. Now I wish that I could turn time back and fulfil all my regrets, but that is never possible. She went away without a goodbye. May be I deserve this and I also feel for this.
We never realise what we have until it is gone. We don’t value anything until they are snatched away from us. My grandma lives in a far better place than this world, I believe this and I will meet her after I die but what I do know?? I have learnt the lesson that cherish all that you have got because we never know when it will be taken away from us forever.
