Your grief is so present. Your love for your Naani so profound. My heart goes out to you.
A fellow artistic soul, my grandfather was the only person in my family who “got” me. He was my safe person. His loss when I was 13 hit me hard, so hard I got stomach ulcers.
My family would have never considered getting me the help of a mental health professional or counselor. In those days it carried an even worse stigma than now. But I was sick enough that they took me to a physician who prescribed two kinds of tranquilizers so my body could heal.
I like to think he’s looking out for me from beyond.
So I do feel you, Farooq.