Remembering my Grandfather, who is not with us but still seeing me Growing

“My late grandfather”
I still remember the day when I lost my grandfather. That was the worst night, I cried a lot in my life, it left a huge impact on my mind. An empty corner in my heart that nobody can ever fill.
In 2006, when I was 11 years old, my grandfather and I had a great bond with each other. He had the wittiest sense of humour and fiercest style of anyone, I have ever met. From cricket matches to a naughty old man of next street, we talked about everything. We used to share a great meal in drizzly days especially rice with sugared yoghurt in the evening. I drove the handmade patrolling on my grandfather courtyard where usually water narrowed in showery days. I walked barefoot on his aching back. I have his chin, his eyes, his smiles that look that it belong on six years old face.
My grandfather was accustomed to visit out for a hangout with friends. He loves to play chess at about 5 o’clock in the evening with a cup of tea.

“My late grandfather along with my grandmother”
One evening a man knocked on our door and told us that my grandfather got a huge heart attack and went unconscious. This News shattered my grandmother like someone jerked her off with full energy and she got became fossil at that time and cried loudly.
We were in our room, doing homework of our school, heard this news and run to my grandmother. My aunt was shouldering to my grandmother while my uncle rapidly went out and called the ambulance so they took my grandfather to hospital. A few hours later a doctor told us he had lost his voice and body movement, as he cannot move properly. This news scattered us entirely.
After spending a month in the hospital. Doctors discharge my grandfather in consequence to get a fast recovery. So my uncle bought my grandfather home by carried him on his lap after extreme traumatic month.
At home, things have been changed now. Home does not look as it used to be with my grandfather. A man supremacy, who habitually tended to take care of all the member, who used to say things loudly when he desperately needs something. As passing the time all the family members started to do Footloose because now there was no one who keeps them away to do the wrong thing.
I lost my friend, my mentor and my grandfather who throughout used to stand me up whenever I fell down. He used to counsel me in all aspect of life. Set me correct whenever I made mistake, nudge me when I felt fear of life goals. My first friend that I came up to share my all stories and routine. Always active, foresighted and ready to help others now have been depending on others hand for his feed and his lavatory. So my grandma spent her day as his caretaker.
Steadily, he loses his memory, refused to identify his own offspring and even shouted on them. He found his brood unknown who came to steal his things.
Another day about 2 pm my grandfather was not still awake of his night sleep. My grandma thought it may be due to medicine but it was not as. My aunt immediately called an ambulance with freeze shattered hands and call my uncle. Later they headed my grandfather to the hospital.
Thereupon my aunt predicts, “Now my father will never come back”. That time I wanted to stop my aunt to pass that blazing row about my grandfather. Because It was hard to hear and I was not at the age to accept those breaking words.
Thereafter, a week in emergency ward doctors shifted my grandfather to the normal ward with the statement that he has no more time, call your relatives who are living far.
One night when I went to met my grandfather with my uncle at about 2 AM. He was normal. He stared me as want to say something, wave his hand to want me near to him like want to hug me but helpless. I got close and hugged him, he kissed me on my forehead, gaze me with love just as want to say something, he told my uncle by his moves to get me back to home. So we returned home, told to everyone about his condition and slept happily that he is recovering now and will home soon.
At the very next morning, someone knocked on the door and said to me, “Your grandfather is no more in this world.” I still could not forget those killer words. It was hard to believe what he has just told me. I still did not cry, I didn't know why, but when the ambulance came home. Four persons brought my grandfather inside the home. My grandma said, “shafiq how soon you made me your widow!”.
We all cried with all our effort.
How early he went to his never ended life… I wish he could spend time more among us. To see us growing and getting married. But I believed that he is seeing us getting younger and seeing me to achieving my goals and hopefully one day I would make him proud. At that time -- I will say with pride and loudly that ‘Nana-Jan’ I have made it real what we dream together!
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