Today I was going to post another message but just received news in the morning that my Grandpa passed away on the 15th Jan 2014.
We happen to visit him on our recent trip to India and that is the last I will see of him.
I remember seeing him right from my childhood, whenever we visited nativ he would always be there, a thin lean man, not much of a talker but a very keen observer.
In his initial days he was a tailor but due to some unfortunate circumstances he had to give up his shop. From when I remember he used to wake up early in the morning to milk his cows, they were his pets, he would bathe them, feed them, milk them.
His early morning ritual consisted of taking bath and praying (every day) then break-fast and then his daily chores.
Whenever we visited Kerala he would make banana chips for us, himself buy the bananas, peel them, cut them, fry them and pack them.
He would also fry rice flour, grind coconuts and get everything ready and packe din cardboard boxes for us to take home.
Even though he was lean he would carry those heavy boxes all the way to the bus-stop.
When we would have dinner he would silently stand and watch making sure we had everything we wanted. If anything was missing he would immediately rush to the shop to get it for us.
Missed by all his kids and grand-children and great grand children.
May his soul rest in peace in wichever world he is.
We happen to visit him on our recent trip to India and that is the last I will see of him.
I remember seeing him right from my childhood, whenever we visited nativ he would always be there, a thin lean man, not much of a talker but a very keen observer.
In his initial days he was a tailor but due to some unfortunate circumstances he had to give up his shop. From when I remember he used to wake up early in the morning to milk his cows, they were his pets, he would bathe them, feed them, milk them.
His early morning ritual consisted of taking bath and praying (every day) then break-fast and then his daily chores.
Whenever we visited Kerala he would make banana chips for us, himself buy the bananas, peel them, cut them, fry them and pack them.
He would also fry rice flour, grind coconuts and get everything ready and packe din cardboard boxes for us to take home.
Even though he was lean he would carry those heavy boxes all the way to the bus-stop.
When we would have dinner he would silently stand and watch making sure we had everything we wanted. If anything was missing he would immediately rush to the shop to get it for us.
Missed by all his kids and grand-children and great grand children.
May his soul rest in peace in wichever world he is.
3 comments:
Hugs to you. May his soul bless you and your family.
Thanks dear
soulsearchingdays has left a new comment on your post "Remembrance":
My heartfelt condolence to you ,no one can ever take the place of a loving grandparent. May the departed soul rest in peace...
take care
--Thanks Rekha. it will be weird without them.
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