I didn’t know it was happening but you died today.
I still don’t have the complete story but apparently you too a turn for the worse during the night, so you were taken to the hospital. And then sometime later, you went.
Sawiche says it was peaceful and painless and for that I am thankful. Maybe you fell asleep and just didn’t wake up again. I’ve heard people say that’s a good way to go.
100 years sounds like a long time to be alive but it doesn’t feel like it was long enough to me. I want to hear more of your stories, laugh with you some more and just see that mischievious twinkle in your eye. You’re the only grandfather I’ve ever known and I have always known that you were completely in my corner, no matter what.
I’m sad that I won’t get to see you again, hug you again, listen to you again or laugh with you again. I’m glad that I got to know you a little bit and I’m still so curious about the huge amount of living you’d done long before I was even born. I’m hoping to keep hearing stories about you from all the people whose lives you touched.
Rest in peace, babu. And please tell bibi I said hi.
Written on Jan 18th…