Dear My Beloved Late Grandma

Dear Tok Nab,

Have you been well? Don’t miss us too much. We’ll visit you soon.

I wish I’d still say those things to you.

The day we received that fateful news, I’d fell and scraped my knees and palms few hours before. I still wonder if that was supposed to be some sort of omen like how they said when you broke a mirror or a glass, something bad is going to happen to you. People interpret some miserable things, but I know now that some things are just meant to happen, whether we like it or not.

Mum was at her worst that day though. Just thinking about how she’d instantly dropped herself onto the kitchen floor, when Dad whispered that “she’s gone” softly in her ear was unforgettable. I couldn’t look at her without breaking down in tears. I thanked Dad for calming her down.

I’m sorry you had to go so fast. I’m sorry that you didn’t get to meet us before you go. I’m sorry I didn’t get to say how much I love you. I could only wish that my prayer for you can be heard from over there, wherever you are.

It has been seven years since you’re gone, and I still think of you everyday. There are so many things to tell you. I keep telling myself that we’ll meet again. Someday. In Sha Allah.

Endless love from your granddaughter,
Ain

[ join me in this open letter challenge! ]

Day One — Dear Fifteen Year Old Self
Day Two — Dear Best Friend
Day Three — Dear You That I’ve Drifted From
Day Four — Dear You Who I Wish I Know In Real Life

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