The loss of a grandparent can be the most crushing for you, harsher than any other loss from this world. We will never survive this feeling, as somehow you feel guilty about not loving them enough or being selfish when they needed to see you on their deathbed, because you were busy at “work”. Memories engulf you whenever you think of them, specific ones such as a glimpse of their frail hands with the wrist watch hanging due to loss of weight, holding on to the rail of the auto rickshaw, eager to reach the bakery, because they want to buy you a bar of chocolate or candy; even when you are well past childhood, with a child of your own. Memories strong enough to make you feel that a part of you has already left this world along with them. 16 years since my death too.
