Bhabhoji : My Grandmother, My Mother

Well, it happened then. It had to, one day but I guess we were waiting for it. And 84 is quite an age as it is: Especially after a complete life... Great Grand Children and all. She was just over and out I guess. Been there Done it All!
Its odd to look from a very rational point of view for many reasons: Firstly I was her grandson-even though when I would put head before the heart I would be called heartless. Secondly, there would be some natural bias in me which I don't recognise. Thirdly its a matter of death and you have to be careful. Anyway, this is what happened: I only came to know after she was gone-even though we had rescheduled our tickets we only came after two days. Only regret was that Dittu was not witnessed in person.
I was unaware due to two reasons... both generated by Dad. One he never told me that they were unwell(reasons unknown he would give conflicting news to keep me confused). Secondly, if you cry wolf for years... it really does not matter when the wolf arrives, and thats exactly what happened.
Now, she was someone who had kept the clan assimilated for decades- each suggestion,decision and activity was routed through her. Even though she was uneducated her mind was open and she possessed something what I would call a heart of Gold. And now when all is over a void seems to have taken place. Never have I seen her in a position of pompousness and self righteousness. God Bless Her Soul.
Pious she was. Atma Ram is the part of the sternum bone which is said to surface only in certain individuals' pyre. It speaks volumes of their virtues.For her it was completely formed and set apart from the rest of the ashes. She made her her mark even afetr death.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori: If one lives well what matter how one dies.