My Grand Ma...

My Grandma passed away this friday. My Mom's mother. She was 73. She was a bit Schizophrenic and thankfully didn't suffer much when it happened.

She was a Grandmother I never had. She was barely able to recognize anyone other than her 3 daughters. Her recognizing range was just about 10 people and that didn't include me. I had to introduce myself to her everytime I visited her.

It's one thing not to have a Grandmother at all, its totally another thing to have a Grandmother who sits with you and narrates stories and advices you and things. But it's a different thing altogether to have a Grandmother who can't even recognise you. It aches. I hear my friends tell me tales about their Grandmas, I see Grandmas of my friends and it aches. My dad's mom died when I was in the 3rd Grade. Didn't know much of her either. Both my Grand dads died when my parents were young themselves. So I've never had Grand Parents at all.

It was pretty difficult for me to see my Mom all teary eyed. I almost burst out myself. Grandma was kinda not talking to anyone and bed ridden for the past 10 years, but it obviously affects my mom that her Mom is no more...

I was just talking to my mom about grandma and my mom told me that she drinks her Milk hours after it's kept out for her. She wants it to be absolutely cold and not hot at all. That's how I drink mine!

I wonder if I would've been a different person if my Grand Parents were there for me when I was growing up.

I hope her soul rests in Peace, she was a good Mother, my Mom turned out alright. She must have been a nice person, I'm sure. I was just unlucky not to know her at all.