My grand mother was 84 and in perfect health. She read the papers without glasses. She was a very loving and caring woman. At times, I felt I loved her more than my mother.
The years slipped by.. I’d finished college. My parents were getting frantic about my marriage. My grandma’s health was deteriorating. She was growing frail.
The bride hunt was on. Suddenly my marriage was fixed. I prayed that she would be able to attend. Three weeks before my marriage, she complained of blurred vision.
She had become feeble and weak. Within a few days, she turned partially blind. I was busy with my wedding preparations and failed to notice her discomfort.
Finally, the doctor declared that she had reached the incurable stage. But by sheer will power, she lived through my nuptials and showered her blessings on my wife and me. She seemed to be very happy.
She died after a week. I was heartbroken and cancelled my honeymoon.