Me and my Grandfather

 

Me and my Grandfather

My second post is dedicated to my grandfather who passed away one year before. I am realizing your loss when I write this story. Lots of love to you my appuppa…..

It happened two years before, when I went to my native place. My grandfather was ill and he could not walk. Wheelchair was his only helper. When I saw him, I felt sympathy for him. But my grandmother told me that he didn’t require my sympathy but he needed help from me. His life was in a dark room. One day it was raining heavily outside and my grandfather called me and asked “What is that sound?” I told him that it was raining outside. I asked him “Do you want to see the rain?” He smiled and replied “Rain, flowers and nature all vanished from my life years before.”

 I told him that I will take him in the wheelchair to see the rain. He was very excited. I rolled his wheelchair to the corridor and we enjoyed that evening watching nature. Tears rolled down my grandfather’s cheeks. He whole heartedly thanked me for gifting him a beautiful evening. That day I realized this …..

Respect the old when you’re young.

Help the weak when you’re strong

Because one day in our life we’ll be old and weak.

Written by Samarth Nair