The deeper the night, the more the pain of losing a loved one increases. My grandfather passed away about a year ago and he left without seeing anyone. My grandfather was a mosque servant. He used to offer five daily prayers in the mosque and was responsible for cleaning the mosque. Even though he was very old, he never neglected his duties. He tried hard to work for the development of the mosque by spending all his energy. However, since my grandfather passed away about a year ago, I suddenly remembered him very much late at night.
I live in Bangladesh. I am 25 years old and when I was 18 years old, I went to Gazipur city to do a job for myself. While I was in Dhaka, I heard that my grandfather had fallen ill in various ways at different times. Sometimes my grandfather was taken to the doctor and his health was taken care of.
It was the month of Ramadan. When the 15th of Ramadan was going on, suddenly at night we got a call that my grandfather had died. When my grandfather died, I started thinking about him a lot. I started crying a lot and finally moved from Gazipur city to Rajshahi city and buried my grandfather at some point.
Almost a long year has passed. Now it is winter in Bangladesh and towards the end of December. It is now five minutes past two in the morning. Suddenly my eyes woke up and I started thinking about my grandfather a lot. When I thought about my grandfather, I was crying so much to see him. But when people die, they never come back! This is forcing me to accept it.
When I am sharing this post with you, I feel very cold. My father and mother have already gone to the city in search of a job and my father is working. My wife is sleeping soundly in the room. When I woke up in the middle of the night and I was thinking about my grandfather a lot, I wrote this post today with all the emotion and love in my heart.
Basically, everyone's love in the world can be forgotten, but grandfather's love can never be forgotten. Grandfather is the greatest friend for a grandson in the world. When my parents scolded me for any matter, my grandfather used to scold my father and mother. When my parents would scold me for doing anything wrong, my grandfather would give me shelter and forbid my parents from ever abusing me.
I still remember it very well. When I went to Dhaka in 2018 to solve the family's financial crisis, my grandfather was the closest to me. My grandfather used to manage all my food. Our house was inside a field, so my grandfather would come to my room at night and guard me and sleep with me.
My grandfather would be by my side in any danger. But unfortunately, when my grandfather died, I wanted to meet him before he died. Since it was the 15th of Ramadan and Eid-ul-Fitr would be celebrated a few days later, my grandfather forbade me from coming home during these 15 days. Because if I came home now, I would be financially affected. Since my grandfather forbade me, I obeyed my grandfather and decided to come home after 15 days. The sky was falling. Since birth and death are determined by God, there was nothing I could do there.
When it was 2:10 am. I was thinking about my grandfather a lot. So I shared my beloved grandfather's words with you and expressed my feelings. It feels a little light to be able to share this wonderful content with you.
This is my first post in the #midnightletters community. I hope to share my midnight thoughts, stories and poems with you. Today, I feel some peace in my heart to be able to share a blog about the pain of losing my beloved grandfather.
Post time: 2:20 PM (Bangladesh time)
