July 1, 2008
It was hard for me to go to my grandmother's house in New Jersey after her death. I was assinged to clean the house and take her clothes and give the clothes to other people in need. My grandmother was 92 when she died. After my grandfather's death 15 years ago, she would sit at her home and drink tea all day long. This actually was an old tradition for my grandparents after retirement. They would drink tea and talk all day long. She had no important health problem; just ordinary elder stuff. But there was one thing she was suffering most; loneliness. After the death of my grandpa she was a lonely woman. Even thought we had suggested her to live with us; she would have never wanted to do so. She always claimed she would be happier in her own home. We respected that. Now I had to do my last duty and I was ready to do so. As I entered through the door of the house; I felt the strangest feeling ever. Something was wrong in that house and I knew what was wrong; it was the absence of my grandmother and her kind voice. Woww I thought I'd never thought it would be that hard. As I finished cleaning the first floor, I went upstairs where she had 2 rooms. Biggest room was the "memorial room" after my dear grandfather and the little one was my grandmother's bedroom. The hardest mission to be completed was there right near me. Taking out my Grandmothers clothes out of her wardrobe. As I opened the wardrobe, I saw lots of books there more than her clothes. And that was the moment something inside my mind told me to rush into the memorial room. There was this strange cabinet in the memorial room that Grandma never let anyone open. I now understood it. As I opened the cabinet which was very huge; I saw hundreds of books there. Old smelly books everywhere. But there was a different book in the middle that took my attention as it had the signature of my grandmother on it. I opened the book and read; "Dear Sarah, If you are reading this book now, I am dead. I want you to know that I will never forget the way you smile and will always miss you while I am gone. Read this book, you will like it. I am kissing you from your red cheecks and wishing you a great life with a man who you can drink your own tea with. Don't cry after me because I will be happier than ever; spending time with your grandpa. I missed him and it is time for me to see him again. Goodbye sweetie." I wawed my farewell to my grandma in her funeral. I am not sad or I am trying not to be so.
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GranitaToGo (anonymous) says...
that was a very lovely thing for your Grandmother to do. you must be very precious to her. I hope you are doing OK.
What is the name of the book?
August 12, 2008 at 8:32 a.m. ( permalink | suggest removal )
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