Memories of my Grandma

My dear Patti ( paternal grandma) passed away today evening after almost 6 years of being bedridden at the ripe age of 95. She was a pillar to the entire clan, commanding respect for who she was, rather than what she was. She has produced 200 odd clan members through her 11 children and had seen 4 generations in her life. She has seen her grand-daughter's grand-daughter...she also managed to outlive her husband (my Thatha) by 23 years...but it is a sad state that in the last decade of her life, her sons were really bowling her from one place to another creating chaos in otherwise what would have been a smooth living...she had gone to live with her sons in Mumbai, Chennai, Coimbatore etc...now that her chapter is closed, thankfully and much to everyone's relief, this nasty exchange has come to a grinding halt. Apart from having some good memories of her during my childhood, the one I would always hold dear to heart is her presence in my wedding and her blessings she bestowed on me and my husband. It meant a lot to me and made my day! Later sometime in 2005 when I last saw her, she was not so feeling well but did pose for a photo shot with me, my hubby and my dad in Hyderabad. I think I've imbibed a lot of qualities from her that time only can test me to show as a proof...All she had was a meagre pension that she got from the Government with which she could hardly buy her medicines but her sons who were financially well off always carried on the show so well that she did what she wanted to in her lifetime and made everyone serve her. She was a classic example of a person who could command respect sans money power. Relatives across the world came to seek her advice and suggestions as she was the most elderly of the family. All said and done, I have a slight regret that I couldn't show my daughter to her before her time was out...Hope she blesses us from above and guides us in the right path for generations to come. May her soul rest in peace. OM!