Dear Grandpa,
It's another year without you. It's your Birthday and it's Raining. You see it had been raining all weekend and I knew it would continue to rain on your Birthday. I know it's not a coincidence.
Today the raindrop that fell on my cheek was a blessing from you. I know you're watching over me. May be in a way, you're just telling me not to be sad anymore.
Your soul and your goodness will never be forgotten.
If I could have one more day with you, I would let you know how much I love you.
I still remember your last day on Earth. The moment I saw you I could figure out that you are not breathing. The body was still.
My world had shut down, crying my eyes out and so much going through my head and I was so distraught and shocked at the same time.
I can still remember your smiling face, the way you used to sit, your voice, your hands.. the most comforting feeling in the world when I used to hold your wrinkled hand, and the way you cooked.
I cannot forget those morning walks with you.
There has been so many things you missed in these years. You should have watch me grown up. It would have been a privilege to get to know you as an adult and ask you the big questions about Life.
There had been times where I wanted to talk to you.
Life a few years ago sure was better. It's hard to forget you who gave so much to remember.
Today I completely behaved like a teenager, ate chocos stuff, played basketball and somethings that we use to share when I was a child. It was so much fun when you were with me.
Sometimes memories sneak out of my eyes.
But anyway, Thankyou for your love, your acceptance and your gentleness. For all the laughter, stories and great conversations.
You gave me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change and courage to change the things I can.
I feel blessed to be your eldest grandchild. I have spend more time with you.
I am also saddened as I could not tell you about my love for you, how much I adore you and I appreciate everything you've done for me, for longer than I remember.It will really be great to see you again.
With love,
your love!
I know it's natural when someone dies. But it is so strange to talk about someone in past tense. May be I am over thinking. And I don't think i'l ever stop thinking about him.
I read this quote somewhere today "Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them."
I feel better.
P.S- For the good man is not at home, He has gone on a Long Journey!
