Today, my grandmother’s brother passed away. It marks the end of a generation.
He had 4 sisters and a brother.
Him, and his brother and sisters, are the people I grew up with. I was pampered, spoiled, and loved by them throughout my childhood.
With him gone, the generation of my family he belonged to comes to an end.
I last met him at an event in February of 2020, before the pandemic hit India. “Hello” is all I said to him.
We grew apart in the past few years, but I will miss him.
As the people who I grew up with leave, I am once again left asking myself the question: what’s keeping me here?
Nothing. I just need a push. I just need kindness.