My Grandmom (from mom's side) died yesterday morning at around 12 am IST. She was 85 years old.
And according to me she lead a full life. She had a beautiful martial life with her handsome husband with loads of love, laughter, fights and so much of hard works. She is survived by 4 kids out of 6, their spouses, 17 grandchildren and 7 great grand kids. Wow! I just love my family.
She was such a strong person with a beautiful and such a charming personality. And an awesome cook. She was a warm person with a kind heart and an enchanting smile. Even thou I was not so close to her, I was very fond of her. She always gave me that absolute "Grandma" feeling.
When heard that she's no more... there was a lost feeling, even thou it was expected. But the reality of her physical form gone, along with her voice, her presence and her warmth, everything just vanished with her. Also the trace of a whole generation.
I always loved that family reunion moments. When we meet the people that was meant only for us, the people who's insanity do match us and makes us feel a little less weird for been the way we are, the people with which we feel so connected and rejuvenated the instant we lay our eyes on them, the moment our "mature parents" starts behaving like kids along with their siblings. I just love all those memories. For all this, thanks of my Grandma. Coz, without her none of us might have been born.
I will miss her. But I guess my mom and her siblings just felt as if a part of their life just vanished along with their Mom. Her mom! Yea, she too had a mom like me. She too was a child once, and she too have clinged to her many times. And losing your threshold forever is a tremendous loss. And this made me think about how I will also loss my mom once and how my kids will loss their's. Guess its's a never ending process of life.