I'm not sure why but every holiday makes me think of my Grandad.Him and my Granny used to look after me when I was a kid.He was a really quite man but he was a real joker at the same time.He was so loving and him and my Granny used to always send me valentines day cards...I guess that's why I'm thinking about him today.He passed away a long time ago but I still really miss him.I don't know if you ever get over loosing someone you really love.I know I'll see him again someday and I know that he'd be proud of everything I've done since he left.He was such a big part of my life and there are things that remind me of him everywhere.I think what I learned most from him was that it's not all about the love you display in public but the quite love you show in private.Him and my Granny were inseparable and until he died he loved her with all his heart.His priority was making her happy and he would always go to great lengths to do so.
I came across this a while ago,I wrote it in 4th year.It sums up my missing him along with some memories from India.
I'm standing in doorway.Posing for photo.Should I smile or cry?Hairs standing up on back of my neck.Warm feeling.Mixed feelings.Sadness.Happiness.Loneliness...YET don't feel alone.Real sense Grandad with me.
Grandad with me in India.He never travelled further than London.Then only on Honeymoon.Never again.With me in India?In very real sense...Yes.But not physically.His impact lives on.Now in Heaven.Died April 05.
Here I am.Standing amongst goats.Meeting Rosey.I heard so much about Rosey.Heard of Baloo her son.Always think of Jungle book.Baloo arrives.Good looking guy.Not my type.But good looking.Rosey's house small.12 by 15 feet.But she's added extension.Sticks,poles,twigs and leaves.Propped against side of house.Signs that she's prospering.
Grandad?What's he got to do with this?Oh yes.Died April 05.Still miss him badly.Quiet,selfless man.Compassionate.Never any fuss.Background kind of person.Intelligent.Thoughtful.No flowers at his funeral.Donations instead.Enough cash to build two houses.This is one of them.Built December 05.Good to see two years later.
Rosey and her son were gypsies.Leprosy stigma particularly cruel.But now integrated in community.Revived her jewelry making trade.Done well.Needless to say Radha,the brilliant social worker in background..talking,listening,listening,listening.Facilitating.Encouraging.
Rosey now helps others.Leads Self Help group for other bead makers.Going well.Many families making healthy living.Example of great work in area.
The extension..Oh yes,forgot to say.Rosey and Baloo keep goats.Started with set up from hospital.Now thriving business.Those goats people buy at Christmas..Effective!
Here's the nice thing.Grandad had no flowers.In India no one puts flowers on grave.Instead place a stone on grave every time you visit.Mound grows.Sign of love grows.
How about this?Grandad buried in Ireland.But he has brick from Rosey's house!Appropriate??Thanks Grandad!Love you always.Miss you badly.Thanks for everything!Till we meet again.
Nomi.
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