The Beginning of “the end”.
“Maybe I had this little twinkle of hope. Maybe I had refused to let it go. Maybe, just maybe, I thought she would survive.”
It was just three weeks ago. Just three weeks ago when I had visited her in hospital. The dead, utterly bleak white hospital still haunts my mind. Her last few days on earth, were not only traumatic for her, it was traumatic for us too. I remember how I rushed straight there after school, wanting to see her again. Because, as much as I tried to stay hopeful, deep in the recesses of my mind, I knew her end was not far.
And then that dreadful day came, the day when it would all come crashing down. I should have expected it. I should have stayed longer the night before,I should have said my final goodbyes. But who was to know that would be the last day I ever saw my beloved grandmother again?
I could only say she was like a “withering rose”. Precious, beautiful, but withering. It was like a clock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock.
I remember finding out about her death when I was in class. Just a few simple words in a text : Grandma just passed on this morning
Who knew these words would imprint such sorrow?
I guess, after all the mourning, I did finally realize one thing.
It was her time.
It was her time to go.
It was her time to join God.
It was her time to return Home…
My grandmother was a survivor.
She was a survivor till the very end.
Maybe we shouldn’t hold on to the regrets and sorrow. Maybe we should just remember the good times- the laughs, the happy. There’s no point in holding on to the bad, and, it will heal our souls to look upon the good.
Death is untimely.
Death is unpredictable.
Treasure what you have , who you have. Maybe their time, YOUR TIME, is not that far away at all.
