After Dadaji and Dadima, she was the eldest in the family. We were broken after they expired, the family got scattered. She held us together. We had someone to turn to for advice in our times of distress, and celebration. Had.
In the last couple of months, she was bedridden, paralysed from head to toe; a vegetable. The doctors fractured her body with injections and drips. Nothing worked. She slipped into a coma. They revived her. Her heart gave up. They put her on a life support system. Life- support. The word scares me. Living with the help of machines. No, not living. Existing.
The last straw was when her kidneys failed. There was no hope. She was begging to take our leave. But we held on...increasing her pain with each passing day.
Today they removed the machines. Today, they set her free. We knew this had to happen. But the realisation that she's gone...its unbearable. We're unsure of what is going to happen next. We're unsure if we'll live up to her expectations. The thought of being on our own, without her blessings...
Its time we learnt to take our own decisions. It'll be tough without her. Maybe we'll make some mistakes. But we'll also learn from them. She taught us a lot when she was with us. Her teachings will not go in vain.
May God bless her.