When I woke up this morning, I knew that the dreaded day has come. Looking at my cellphone beside my pillow, I saw nine missed calls from my Dad. At that moment, I knew what happened – my grandmother died. I found out she died in my Dad’s arms. How odd, I thought to myself. Really strange.
They were not close. Nope, not at all. No birthday cards, no Christmas packages, no phone calls all these years. But yet, hearing my Dad talk on the phone, made my heart melt with guilt. I thought wrongly about my grandmother. My Dad loved her inspite of her imperfection. Why can’t I?
She was not the perfect mom. Neither was she the perfect grandmother. But she raised perfect children and gave me the perfect father. That’s all that matters to us. There has never been too much public display of affection in their family but who cares? Who needs the drama? Who needs empty well-wishes?
She has been the unsung hero of the family. She had a bumpy start in her life as a mom but she never quit. She brought her entire family the opportunity of a lifetime – a new start in life. She opened our door to the land of opportunities and for that, we will be forever thankful to her.
Nope, she was not perfect but she never forgot. She’s always been there. With or without greeting cards, one thing I know for sure – moms NEVER forget.
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