My day started as a regular day. A few things started falling out of the place. We could not set an alarm and my DD missed her early morning band. And i tried to get the rest of the day in order. I got dressed for the morning walk. It was a wonderfully warm day. i wanted to take advantage of the weather and walk in the woods. I thought of my friend and called her to walk with me. I dropped my younger DD and i was waiting for my friend to come join me. I got a call form her. A panic call. She had found her mom not breathing ,her pulse was gone. She called para-medics and they told her that she had passed away in sleep. I was there a few minutes later and i stood by her side when priest said the last rites and funeral home guy came.
In a few minutes it was all over. She was gone. I first met her when i went to my friends home to have a cup of coffee. I found her to be an attractive and warm lady. She hugged me with love and a few weeks later without my knowledge she was my grandma. My friend is my kids adopted grandma. Since then every western holiday we are together in her house and every Indian in mine.
She was active and i always found her hair well done and speech sharp. She would never think of her self as old. She was 87. She was getting less active and was unable to drive. But her spirit was high and her voice very commanding. She had a Russian accent and she took time to frame certain thoughts but she was never old.
She would bake lemon bars for my booth in trade shows. She would bake muffins for my kids, and every Christmas she will host me in her house with her entire family. We live close by so it is easier to be there for everything that they do. Yesterday we had planned to have her over for my younger DD for her first Teej. She was wiling to try every Indian thing...be it food,clothes or festivals.
She lived a great life,worked hard , resettled in US and made a lot of friends. Her door has been open for all for a long time now. My friend lived with her for most of her life. Today she was gone for her journey home. I still can't come to terms with the fact that she will not walk into the hallway and ask me about my business.
It made me think, we fight and we have strong feeling for people but who knows who will go away one day without giving us a chance to make amends. But i think Busha had no one that had to make amends with her. She was a warm person full of love and charm. Always ready to volunteer to reach out and help out. I know you are wiping my tears right now as i write this note. But i had to help my friend grieve her mom i can't cry when i have to hold the fort.I will always love you and miss your smile. Busha stay with angels and don't forget the people you have left grieving behind.
