My First Experience Of Death Of My Grand Mother
My First Experience of Death of My Grandmother
My grandmother died in 1993 when I was 7 years old. At that time I hardly knew what death was. All I heard from my parents about death was that when a person grows old he dies. Hearing this I was very afraid of growing old. But I realized that in time that no one can escape death. After few years I also saw my grandfather's brother's death but I think that it didn't made that impression which my grandmother's did. But I still miss her even though I didn't spend that much time with her but I miss her and I cannot forget that day when she was gone forever right in front of my eyes.
Well let me tell you first about my grandmother. She was old of course but also very wise. My mom tells me stories about my grandmother's wisdom which I still don't understand but due to her our family is still intact, other wise it would have been a band of separate relatives. She was facing very bad health. Her legs were giving away and her excretory system was almost finished. But still she refused to hospitalize because she wanted to die with her family. We all were very worried about her. Well I at that time didn't know what was going on, all I knew was that my grandmother was sick but that sick I never realized. During her last days many of our relatives were coming to visit my grandmother. I didn't understand what was going on. "Mommy why everyone is coming to visit grandmother?" I often asked my mother, and my mother told me to be quiet.
On the last day of her with us I still remember that she looked very graceful even though she looked like a pack of skin and bones. My auntie came to visit her and brought her something to eat which she refused on purpose because she was eating nothing. After few minutes she left and then other relatives came to visit her. After few hours there were so many relatives that I was getting annoyed from them and wished them to go away. But they just...
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