On the 27th of March 2018, my grandma passed away. Having battled with cancer, she was a warrior and she was ready to meet her Lord.
The last conversation we spoke, in broken Malayalam, was her asking for prayer – prayers for a good night sleep because she couldn’t sleep and she was in pain.
Now that she has passed away, she had never looked more peaceful. Towards the end of her time, she could not speak much and if I knew how quickly her time on earth was coming to an end, I would have told her that I am thankful. So thankful to have a grandma who would wake up early to cook us breakfast. Thank you for cooking even when you couldn’t. Thank you for all the stories you’ve told me about your life which was inspiring and helped me understand you more.
Thank you for making us pray before dinner and teaching us all those Malayalam hymns. It’s a tradition that I didn’t appreciate at the time but it’s a memory that I will cherish. I loved hearing you read the Bible to us. I will always think of you when we sing Malayalam hymns.
I am sorry that I wasn’t there to say goodbye. I am so sorry that I wasn’t there. I am so sorry that I couldn’t communicate better with you. I am sorry that I didn’t get a chance to tell you that I will be going on a mission trip. I’m sad that you won’t get a chance to meet my husband, your grandchildren.
But I am so glad that you are no longer in pain. I know you worry about your kids but let us worry about that. You rest. You have led a very busy life and you kept your whole family afloat even when your rowdy boys were stubborn and when everyone worried about granddad’s health instead of you.
I am so glad that you are no longer in pain and struggling to breathe.
I think the only thing left to say was what was left unsaid all of my life – I love you.
Till we meet again,