About a month ago a friend of mine lost his grandfather. It was a bittersweet funeral he said because on one hand they wanted to celebrate all one-hundred-and-four years of his life, and on the other, someone they’d always had around was now gone. No matter how often death comes around, we just can’t get used to it.
I suppose if we did, we would lose what makes us human. The part that broke my heart and at the same time melted it is how grandfather still had his wife of sixty years. I’m told at the funeral granny kept saying, “well what am I going to do now and what’s the point of living?” Before the funeral she was in good health, soon after, she became terribly sick she had to be put on dialysis, and about few weeks later, she too took her last breath.
She gave up on life so much that her body responded immediately and in no time she was being lowered beside her husband. On one hand its so tragic how grief, loss, and brokenheartedness can be so fatal. I don’t think we take it seriously enough that when the soul is weeping, it can give up to this extent.
On the other hand, it is such a beautiful love story it needs to be immortalized forever! I think think. This couple stayed together for more than half a century. My whole existence is literally half the time they were together as a married pair.
That’s amazing! It’s perfectly understandable that when grandfather was gone, grandma was like so then what’s the point? From my perspective though I’m thinkin.