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Happy 96th Grandpa!

Yesterday, was my grandfather’s 96th birthday! I thought I would repost my very first post on this blog which was in honour of him…I love him to pieces and here is to many more happy years ahead! 🙂 🙂

 

 

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On Goodbyes and See You laters

It is always hard for me to say goodbye, and so I tend to stick to ‘see you later’ in my mind for the people I love. I found it ironic when the thought of goodbye popped in my mind for my first post in my new blog. But perhaps, it was that “ see you later” I was clinging on to…

In our last visit, my grandfather told us to lead our life in a way so when we leave, our life can act as a guide to lost souls who are trapped in their thoughts/journey to help them move forward. He was quoting a poem, I can’t quite recall my memory not being as sharp as his at 95. I digress, the point is he told us that on the last day of our visit and he was/is inspiring. Perhaps I will never remember the exact quote, but I will never forget the meaning behind it. And when I next say goodbye to a loved one I want them to know…

I will remember their smiles and their weird laughs

I will remember that random story that connected us

I will remember their madness

I will remember their quirks

I will remember sunlit afternoons

I will remember paper boats and storms

I will perhaps even faintly remember the lines on their hands

I may not remember all the words exchanged between us but I will remember their heart, and no matter how far the distance in time or in miles that pass between us,  to their heart I shall say “ See you later” …

 

 

Happy Birthday, to the most amazing Dadubhai  (Grandpa)!

 

Picture below is of my grandparents with my husband and I when we had visited them in India last year. 🙂

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Listening

When did the world stop listening?

You did not know…

for that chaos that used to be your mind,

had reluctantly calmed down that night,

leaving you in silence both inside and out.

 

Your hearing was getting worse each day,

but why did the world not hear what you had to say?

Did it need a hearing aid as well?

You did not know…

 

The long years you had travelled on this earth,

hearing the sounds of night and day…

hearing, the rivers flow into the ocean’s tides,

as the wind blew hard making the trees sway…

hearing, the twigs crush underneath your feet on the forest floor,

hearing, the drums in the thunder of the distant shores;

and the soft rain by your window…

hearing always hearing,

hearing, your mother’s soothing lullaby,  

the whisper of your love in your ear,

the cries of your children when they were sick,

the laughter of your grandkids rang loud and clear…

hearing always hearing,

until now…

But when did the world stop listening?

You did not know.

 

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* It has been very hard to watch my grandfather slowly lose his hearing. We are very close and at 96 his mind is still strong but old age gets the better of him somedays…and he doesn’t want to have long conversations cause he can’t hear everything on the phone. This is inspired by my grandfather and others grandparents out there…even though you may feel like the world is not listening…we are. ..and we always will.


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Walks in the Dawn

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You and I would go for walks,

in the wee hours of dawn,

talking about little things,

like birds, chirping in the morn…

Hand in hand we would walk,

in those beautiful days,

stepping on the dry leaves,

as we walked by the lake.

I loved to see the broad smile,

that filled up your face,

when you told me stories,

of your childhood days.

I parted with you with a promise,

that we would walk again,

But you had it broken,

For you, the journey was to end.

You left me without saying goodbye,

left me with only memories to hold…

So that when I would walk again,

I would think of you some more…

Think of the birds, the trees,

and the stories that were told.

I can’t hold it against you,

though I can’t say I haven’t tried,

I was mad at you for leaving,

without saying good bye.

Well, I guess farewell wasn’t a word in your book,

You did prefer sunrise,

So I will remember the walks in the dawn,

till I see you again, and get a chance to say “Hi”

**This was written a while ago as a tribute to my grandfather ( dad’s dad) who passed away when I was fifteen. For those of you who have been following my blog, this is my other grandpa not the same one I mentioned in the post On Goodbyes and See you laters   . He is my mom’s dad and is still living. Both of them are very special to me.