Its always hard when you lose someone who’s close to you. I loved my grandma. My heart is heavy even right now.
My grandmother died two days ago. Her pain has ended and ours has just begun. Her death was unexpected but not without preparation.
Grief hits us all differently. But the loss of a grandparent, I think, can be very painful. They represent a unique kind of love, an unfettered and unconditional love. And their passing, let’s face it, means we are that much closer to death ourselves. When a generation is gone, we move up a notch.
My Grandma was loving, she was kind, to everyone not only to our family. She was known in the neighbourhood for helping out those who were less fortunate.
I’m mourning the loss of my childhood, as some of my fondest memories from that time were spent with Grandma, memories that make me remember how truly grateful I am for the family I have.
My grandmother died two days ago. And with her death, ended her pain and ended our pain as we passed from pain to love for her, for each other, for the person she saw us as.
Allah alone has the knowledge of the Hour of Doom. And He sends down the rain and knows what is in the wombs (of pregnant mothers). No person knows what he will earn tomorrow (whether good or bad), and no person knows in what land he will die. Surely, Allah is All-Knowing, All- Aware Encompassing all things.
(Surah Luqman : Ayat 34)