Life can be cruel when it needs to be. Cruel enough to fool and then laugh at our expense.
Yesterday, he was fine. In better spirits. Recovery no longer seemed impossible – in fact it was within arms length.
Today, he is no more. In the blink of an eye – gone.
I look into his room – every time i walk past it. Every time. Pinch myself every time. It took me 3 whole days to realize – he won’t be coming back.
They hauled his body on their shoulders. Walked to the mosque, taking turns carrying the weight. In that moment i looked to the horizon, closed one eye, extended my index finger and thumb, picked him up and put him back in his room. Foolish.
The tears didn’t stop till for at least a few minutes after. And then nothing. My head throbbed and i was sure would explode. Thoughts were haywire. Body numb. I couldn’t even bring myself to enter his room after it all. Just lingering at the door.
I came to terms with something that day. We are small and weak in the eyes of Death. He’ll come for us all.
I have to believe that it was for his betterment. So he would be out of pain. Free from it all. Maybe.
And then there was that probable truth – i no longer had any grandparents.