My life is going good. Though, I feel it could be nicer with you by my side.
In those 20 years that I lived with you, I never realised how it feels when you lose a love. I often remember the times when I came running to you for whatever I wanted. I loved how you were always a saviour when I tried to escape from Mom and Dad.
You made my evenings perfect with all the stories you narrated and read out to me.
Little did I know, those were your ways to imbibe important life lessons into me. You were like a best friend : Someone who got on my nerves at times but yet the one I couldn’t stay away from.
There was this one thing about you that always interested me.
When the rest of us were upstairs and you wanted to go out, you’d always shout at the top of your voice and let us know about your outing.
I will always wonder why you let go off that habit. And if I could meet you again, I’d never forgive you for this.
Why did you decide to leave without telling us.
I came home one day and saw you had left. I felt it was an illusion and so I tried talking to you while you lied there on the bare floor. The crying faces of people who had gathered around you tried to stop me but I wasn’t ready to believe that you had gone without letting me know.
Today as I grabbed a can of coke that read ‘Share a coke with Grandma’,
I realised how much I’d like doing that. And I promise I would let you have the whole can to stop you from going again only if you were here one more time