If you want to do it, do it right now.
Yes, now is yours, ago is gone and the future is yet to come.
This is all about my maternal grandmother and paternal grandfather, I mean this post is about them. But it is connected to a lot of things that we should be focussing on, in our lives.
My grandmother, mother's mom, and my grandfather, father’s dad. They are the only two people I loved more than my parents. My love for them was so pure, so was theirs. Death parted us several years ago. They both are no more.
My grandmother had liver cirrhosis. My maternal family has a history of fatty liver. My mom has too. My grandmother was so clean in her diet, worked hard all of her life, took care of her children.
No one left our house empty-handed. She fed all those who were in need. She was like a guardian angel to many poor and orphans. She considered our maids and those who worked for us in the estate as her own sons and daughters. She covered a part of the expense when their kids got married.
She was a true blessing to our entire family. The blessing was surely passed on to me, as I was her most favorite grandchild back then. She loved me, despite the illness, heart problems that I had when I was born. She looked after me like my own mother. She stayed with my mom in the hospital, till I was fine.
She prayed for me, my studies, my growth, and for everything. She wanted to see my wedding event, but we lost her even before that. She was a strong woman by heart, she lost her husband when her kids were young. From there she built home by her own hard work and patience, she knew it when a single leaf drops down the tree.
I was there when we took her to the hospital that day. My uncle was carrying her literally, with some help. She was tall and was a well-built figure woman with long black hair. She was so pretty and smelled amazing every time we hugged her. She kept her body so clean. She was choosy as well coming to food, which we often teased her for that.
That day she was so reluctant to get inside the car. Her condition was getting worse, so we had to. I remember 2–3 days she stayed at the hospital. They had nothing much to do. She was dying, and that bitter truth nobody could accept. So we still gave her medicines.
She craved a lot of things, ice cream, fish curry, and a lot more. I remember her sister making her fish curry and my dad getting her ice cream. A day before her last day on this earth, that evening I held her close. Water was dripping, or to be more precise, leaking from her swollen thighs.
I held her close and I hugged her and laid down on her bed with her. She was groaning with pain, her pain was terrible that she stopped talking to us. She couldn’t take it any further. I tried to put her to sleep but she didn’t. Next room, an old lady passed away, same as her age. She got to know and panicked.
The love she has given me, I don’t know whether I gave her the same or even half back. The next day I got a phone call after I went back home that night. She is no more. I smiled. I don’t know why, but I did. I felt so calm and peaceful inside because I got to spend that whole evening with her, during her last few hours before death.
My grandfather had mouth cancer. He used to smoke but stopped his smoking habit, three years before he was diagnosed with cancer. But God has some other plans for him. The cancer grew so much inside, during his last days, he asked me to stay with him and my grandma, dad’s mom. He loved me so much and they looked after me, in my mom’s absence, since I was born.
I was not mature enough to understand his dying wish. In fact, I felt so depressed and ill, looking at his face, those cancer signs that showed up on his face. I did not stay. I left. He passed away a few days after that.
My grandmother, mom’s mother used to come to see me, when she was not ill, during her very energetic days. But I was so busy growing up, in my own world. When people are there around us, we never understand their value in our lives. When they are gone, we are so helpless. I never had even the slightest clue that this was going to happen.
That, the whole of her body would be swollen, that she will be dying with this much severe pain. If so, whenever she visited home, I would have surely sacrificed my favorite T.V.shows and spent some time with her. I did, most of the time, but if am not in a good mood, I used not to care that much, where she would always come to talk to me, while I ignored her.
Those who love us from their hearts, just need this one thing from us; TIME. Time is everything. It’s NOW OR NEVER. If you want to love someone, go somewhere you like to, do something you are passionate about. Do it right now. Postponing something can put an end to your plans. Because yesterday is gone, today is all we have and tomorrow may or may not come. Who knows!
Love your people in a way they deserve or even more. Spend time with them, as much as you can. Well, you need to leave your ego behind, make time out of your busy schedule, cancel important meetings. But once you are in your own death bed, all that matters is the time you spent for someone you loved or some of them who loved you back, and those memories that you made out of your life.
You cannot even take a handkerchief with your soul. But you can take a lot of blessings and memories with you. Money matters in our lives. But those moments in which you failed to give your complete- self, will be gone in a blink of an eye. So do it right now, or you never do it!
