Grandparents are the sweetest creatures in the entire world. God just made them with extra honey, lol, because they are really sweet. My grandfather (on my father's side) had died before I was even born, but my grandmother was still alive. She was not in a condition to play with us, but she loved us so much, even though she was suffering from a lot of diseases at that time. My grandmother (on my mother's side) was the iron lady. I was in 4th grade when she died of cancer, but I do have sweet memories with her.
I can say I have many memories with my grandfather (my mother's father) because I saw him and spent a lot of time with him. I remember when the vocations were started, when Ge came to my house and asked my mother to pack my luggage and send me with him. I was his favourite child because I used to care for him a lot. After the death of my grandmother, I was the only one who was really attached to him and took care of his needs. He was so fit and energetic, even in the last stages of his life. He walks daily and prays five times a day. He take care of his diet so much even his breakfast was better then of us.
So when I went on a trip with him, he took care of me. I slept with him, and at night he told me stories of his childhood memories. Everybody was afraid of him because of his strong personality and rude behaviour, but he never talked to me rudely, except once when I broke his favourite vase and he was so mad at me. He talked to me rudely, and I cried so hard that I didn't eat any food for the whole day. I became ill due to weakness, and then he said sorry to me and bought me a bucket of chocolates and candies so that I forgot his rudeness.
On my aunt's wedding, everyone's busy with their own stuff, and I was looking sad because I wanted to change my clothes so that I could play with my other cousins. My grandfather came towards me and asked me the reason, so I told him that my mom is not allowing me to go outside and play. He took me to the nearest park, and I enjoyed swings there. I played for an hour there, and he was waiting for me to finish so that we could go home.
When I grew up and saw him getting old, sometimes I felt hopeless and prayed to the gods to grant him a long life so that I could spend more time with him. Seeing your loved ones get old is the worst thing. The oppressiveness is unbearable. But I'm glad that I enjoyed every inch of my life with him. He never looks sad in front of anyone, but I saw him sometimes sit down on a chair while looking at the sky and smiling. He must be missing the loved ones he lost.
I spent a lot of time with him, and I had only memories of my grandfather with me. I smiled every time I thought about my mischief and how he covered me and helped me escape from my mother's punishment. Sometimes I badly need him now in my bad times so that I can hug him and forget all the bad vibes and welcome only the good vibes.
I hope he is in a better place, and I pray to God every time that He give him the highest rank in Jannah and allow me to do good deeds like my grandfather so that I can meet him on the day of judgement.
These are all my sweet memories with my so sweet grandfather. I missed him so much and I know I'll meet him one day Insha Allah.
That's all for today. See you soon with another topic another day.
Goodbye.