A Letter For The Grandfather Gone But Not Forgotten

To The Man, The Myth, The Legend, My Grandfather

You're gone now, but you will never be forgotten.



First things first, I miss you.

This article is for you because I feel sorry for anybody who didn't get the chance to meet you. When you passed away my world stopped spinning, while everyone else's continued to keep going, but it shouldn't have.

You see, if everyone had known about your charisma, their world would have stopped too. If they knew how diligently you worked for your Lord, they would have been a mess like me. If they had simply heard your laugh only once, they would have felt a fraction of the way I had felt.

It is unfortunate not every single human met you, however, I know you know how much pain it caused me to lose you and I am sure you wouldn't have wished that on anyone else.

I wish I had more time with you and I know everyone has said this in times of loss. However, I mean it Pops, I really do. For years I visited you in the home that you promised I could have as a kid only for holidays. As we both got older, you graduated to living in my home in my old bedroom. I was ecstatic when you moved in.

Sure, I saw you every day for a couple of years before you got really sick, but I took it for granted.

I took for granted the way you whistled doing literally any chore. I took for granted that sweet and sour chicken you would make for dinner sometimes and even for my friends once. I took for granted your storytelling and how you simply could not finish one story without telling another.

You were taken too soon, my dear friend. It is like a cruel joke when I come home on weekends now anticipating you to be in your room watching golf or doing laundry. It makes me sick to drive by the home you lived in, in your final days while you were in hospice care.

I am sad that you are going to miss out on so many important moments like my wedding or landing my first gig in the field I want. I am sad I did not talk to you enough about the organizations I am part of, the friends I have or my dreams and how you have affected them.

However, even in times of distress, I have learned to remain positive. You were there for my high school graduation. You were there to meet my first boyfriend and celebrate all my birthdays thus far.

You were around long enough to create inside jokes with me and tease me about my attitude. You were always there when I needed you to be, even if I didn't know it at the time.

So, despite my loss, I have gained the memory of you. I know now that every day I can think of you the way you wanted to be remembered. I know whenever I think about you now that you will be there in the smallest of details.

In every single Frank Sinatra song, every whiff of pasta and the sight of every colorful suit, I know that you are there sending me a sign. I know that is enough for me and I thank you for all of those memories.

I love you so much Poppop.

You are the man, the myth, the legend.

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When you make a girl an aunt, you give her a miniature best friend.

There is something about an aunt that is so fun. An aunt is a person you go to when you think you're in trouble or when you want something mom and dad said you couldn't have. An aunt is someone who takes you to get ice cream and play in the park to cool down after having a temper tantrum. I can't wait to be the one he runs to.

When you make a girl an aunt, she gets to skip on the difficulty of disciplining.

Being an aunt means you get to be fun. Not to say I wouldn't correct my nephew if he were behaving poorly, but for the most part, I get to giggle and play and leave the hard stuff for my brother.

When you make a girl an aunt, you give her the best listening ears.

As of right now I only listen to the sweet coos and hungry cries but I am fully prepared to listen to all the problems in his life in the future.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the best advice giver.

By the time my nephew needs advice, hopefully, I will have all of my life lessons perfected into relatable stories.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her a number-one fan

Anything you do in life sweet boy, I will be cheering you on. I already know you are going to do great things.

When you make a girl an aunt, she learns what true love is.

The love I have for my nephew is so pure. Its the love that is just there. I don't have to choose to show love every day, I don't have to forgive, I don't have to worry if it is reciprocated, it is just there.

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Kit Kat On A Rainy Day

My grandpa went missing one rainy afternoon, but what happened later is very heartwarming!


It was a rainy afternoon in the middle of October. The road was covered in an almost invisible film of water, and mud seeped through the cracks of the sidewalk. The wind blew at a harsh and firm angle. The temperature was sharp and bitter. I was in 10th grade at the time and had just gotten back to school. I sat at my desk upstairs with my legs comfortably nuzzled against my chest. I admired the lavender fuzzy socks on my feet while very blatantly ignoring my homework and other responsibilities. I gently sipped warm apple cider, carefully making sure that it wouldn't burn my tongue whilst scrolling through my phone. This rainy afternoon in the middle of October was seemingly very normal.

I eventually picked up a pencil and reluctantly began my homework, but was very quickly distracted by the sounds of panicked yelling coming from downstairs. I quickly made my way to the scene so that I could figure out what was going on. My mom and grandma were in the kitchen crying and screaming. My grandma sounded agitated and afraid. My mom was barely able to make out coherent sentences as she scrambled to find my dad's contact in her phone. I shuddered and felt completely frozen when I was finally able to understand what was going on.

My 85-year-old grandpa who also has Alzheimer's was missing from our home. My stream of consciousness was abruptly interrupted as I heard the door leading to our garage slam shut. My mom was going to drive around our neighborhood to look for my grandpa, as he realistically could not have made it that far. I went back upstairs and sunk into my chair. My eyes were wide and I could hear my heart beating outside of my chest. I trembled and cried. These are the kinds of horrible and unfortunate stories that you read about or watch in the news. You never expect it to happen to a loved one. The gravity of the situation is heavy. It's a very obscure and different kind of pain, one that cannot be justified with words.

The next thirty or so minutes were a blur. I was not aware of how much time had passed, but I do remember hearing the slow creak of the garage open. I did not get up and I did not run down the stairs. Instead, I sat there. I sat firmly in my chair, numb and completely frozen. From where I was, everything was temporarily easier. The pain of sitting at my desk was less scathing than confronting whatever was waiting downstairs. And then, all of a sudden, I heard very slow and uneven steps coming up the stairs, accompanied by heavy breathing. It was my grandpa.

There he was, standing about three feet in front of me. I examined him, head-to-toe. He was soaked and there were remnants of mud on his pants and shoes. His glasses were covered in intricate droplets of water, and his light grey hair was disheveled. But that is not what stood out to me. What made me want to cry even more was the smile on his face that was beaming with love, as his eyes met mine. He steadily walked towards me, put his hand in his pocket, and I watched his fragile hands shake as he pulled out a Kit Kat bar.

"For you!" He said with a little laugh.

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My mom had found my grandpa in a Walgreens right outside our neighborhood. To this day I still don't know how he got there, and I do not care to know the exact fundamentals of how he got from point A to point B. This is a man whose life and memories have been unfairly taken from him. This is a man who can barely make out a sentence in either Hindi or English. This is a man who, to this very day, cannot remember my name or who I am. However, what this disease has failed to do is strip him of his innate kindness. His mind might be impaired but his ability to love is immortal and unbreakable.

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