Hello heartache!

wpid-dsc_0012.jpgSo,I actually had no intentions of writing something so close to my heart so early in my blogging experience.But,well,I guess,what’s meant to be will always find its way.A thing after another lead me to pour it all out without any delays.A friend of mine told me that her grandfather expired the day before;I came to my place and plugged in my headphones while simultaneously falling onto my bed,and guess what?The first song that blasted through my head headphones was…?Yeah?Hello heartache,ofcourse.And then I read a blog about death and loss.

So,yeah,I couldn’t keep it all in anymore.I just had to get it all out.And that’s exactly why I have started blogging in the first place,isn’t it?To get it all out?So,ofcourse,I decided to write.

It’s been almost three long years since she died.My rock.The person who loved me unconditionally, no matter what.My inspiration.My grandmother…my amma. Yes,she has been dead for three long years and it still hurts like hell.literally.My amma was one of the strongest person I have ever known.She lost her husband to the third heart attack which he couldn’t endure,and she still survived.Her home split,and she still survived.Her youngest daughter came home after she couldn’t take her failing marriage anymore,and she still survived. Yes,in my world,she was one of the strongest.She loved with a passion we only dream about.

A beauty of her times,she was still gorgeous when I came to know her.With creamy skin,waist length pepper and salt hair and deep deep eyes,she was breathtaking.Not only in the physical sense,but every other sense as well.Whenever I visited with her,I felt energised in a way I can’t explain. You know,it was like she yeilded some silent magick. Her family was what meant most to her.Always.

She loved all her grandkids,but I was her favorite.We were the closest. You see,it was that unbreakable bond we had,which nothing could ever break.She told me all about her olden days,and we laughed while reading the newspaper headlines which weren’t funny in the least.We loved the same dessert,the same cookies,the same…almost everything.

The news of her passing away came just after the day my tenth standard exams got over.I hadn’t met her in quite a while due to my studies,and had plans to go meet her the very next morning.The next morning I had been woken up by my maid telling me amma was no more.I hadn’t  quite believed my ears.I thought she said something else by mistake.Because she couldn’t die,you know.Afterall,we had plans.She couldn’t go without saying goodbye.She just had a heart attack in her sleep,and now she was no More?Not possible,I had said.I mean,she had been a constant in my life forever.She couldn’t just…go.My mother had come and taken me into her arms and only when I felt wetness had I realised that I was crying.Bawling, was more like it.And I couldn’t stop.Till I couldn’t cry anymore.

It was then time to go,say goodbye to her.The moment I went through the door,had I realised that I wasn’t the only one who loved her.There were many more who,if not more,loved her as much as I did.And we all were in this together.We would help each other in our grief and make it all easier.And we did.I didn’t cry anymore that day because I knew that the place she was in was far more beautiful and peaceful then any place we have ever been to.And she was, or would be,eventually,happy there.And a day would come when we would be happy again.Eventually,if not immediately.Recovering was a time taking process.

Overtime,I have come to realise that people leave,no matter how hard you try to hold onto them.They eventually reach that final destination no matter how much you try to stop them.And you never stop loving them,no matter how far away they go.In the few months after she was gone,even the slightest of things triggered a memory which would fill my eyes with tears.And I let them fall freely.Over the time,the pain faded quite a bit and the beautiful memories were what remained at the foremost.And yeah.I even came to terms with the regret I had of not being able to say goodbye.Because maybe she just wanted me to remember her like the last time I saw her:happy,healthy.And even though I miss her all the time,and I know she can’t be present by my side all the time in flesh,I know she’s there with me every second of everyday…in my heart.

And in the end,that’s all that actually matters,you know.The memories we make,the love we have,and yeah,the way we choose to live our lives.I made a pretty good decision,I think.I chose the love and the memories over the regret…because if I had chosen otherwise,I would still be living in the past,with the ghost of tomorrow lurking over my head,and heart,and dragging me under with the weight of it…N I would just be filled with sadness and grief.And, ofcourse she wouldn’t want that,would she??

Toodles!
~A♥~

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12 thoughts on “Hello heartache!

  1. Thank you for sharing your heartfelt feelings. I believe that grief is the other side of love. You can’t have one without the other. And I see that you have chosen to remember the love. Good for you, and best wishes.

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  2. For a writer, especially of fiction, I feel it’s easier to tell another story or a hidden metaphor or a witty one-liner. But it’s not as easy writing about yourself or your story; you feel bare, open and vulnerable. Kudos to you. I’m sure your grandmother was a lovely person 🙂

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    1. I know right?I was hesitant at first because,well,this was like my second post ever!But then I decided that I had to write that piece and get it all out.
      Btw thanks! It means a lot!And yes,my amma was an amazing person! 🙂

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  3. You have now officially turned into my second idol ( after zoella )😊
    Because you are so brave to turn your feelings into words, I could never do that. Even if I tried it would always be stuck inside me hiding in a corner wishing it was never to be thought of. You are my idol😊❤️

    Your friend ( hopefully ) RealGirl2 xoxox

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    1. Oh my god!I have said it so many times,and I say it again,YOU ARE SO FREAKING SWEET.😘
      You know just how to make a person feel special. 😄
      And the opening up?Don’t worry.You will get around to it.It takes quite a bit of courage to express your true feelings.You will be able to get it all out in the open,eventually, because that’s what this is about,isn’t it?Writing to get all those pent up feelings out of your system.
      And drop the hopefully. 😁

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      1. That’s fine by me, I like making people feel like they deserve to have more, and most importantly, I mean it😊❤️

        RealGirl2 xoxox

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  4. Reblogged this on realgirl2 and commented:
    I took this because it makes me think, and hopefully you, that some peoples life can just slip from their fingers like sand on a windy day, I would like you to think😊

    RealGirl ily xoxo

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