The end can't be ignored; for when it comes, you should be ready with your good deeds on your hands.
For when it comes, memories will glorify your journey on mother Earth.
For when it comes, your buried remnants will witness their actions.
Dear grandpa,
You're the hero of my writings, my life. Down across your journey, I may miss out on the details but I know it is worth watching. I dream of you hugging me every night; though in real life we rarely hugged. We had our own way of expressing love. You wrote me poems, we sang, we laughed, we even cursed. Watching how you act in life, effortlessly, taught me a lot.
I know this may sound pathetic, but every time a scene in a play or a movie has a grandfather role in it, leaves me with sour and pain.
Grandpa, thank you for the memories. Thank you for being you. I can't yet get over your loss, although every night I tell myself that there's a bigger reason for your death.
Grandpa, I'm graduating this year insha'Allah. Do you remember our plans? I'll have my own pharmacy and you'll be my assistant? I'll do the counseling and all the pharmacy related stuff and you'll be in charge of collecting money. I feel like you bailed out on me, I knew that our story was meant to end like any other story I just didn't thought that the end is near.
