That’s my grandma. She passed away today at 85. I lived with her for the first 15 years of my life so I was really close to her growing up. I was quite a trouble maker as a kid and often got yelled at but she would always protect me and comfort me. She loved me unconditionally. As I got older, life happened, situations changed and my priorities changed too. My friends, my girlfriends, my career became more important. I started spending less and less time with her. I got to a point where I would see her just once a year on my annual trip to India. Last year, I was in India and I went to see her only on my last day there. She wasn’t keeping too well. She was complaining about how I never call her but she was like, it’s ok! I understand you must be busy. I felt terrible because I was really not that busy. As she was lying in her bed, I gave her a little kiss on her forehead, held her hand and I told her I’d start calling her more often.
A year passed by and I had not called her even once! But meanwhile, I had started working on Bond. She was the first person I wanted to start keeping in touch with and I was really looking forward to it. I was in India last month and I went to see her again. She was really suffering this time. She couldn’t eat, she wouldn’t talk to anyone and she had gotten really weak. It was really sad to see her like that. Couple of weeks later, our app was ready and I had setup reminders to call her every week. But now, she was so weak that she couldn’t even talk on the phone. I was too late! Today she passed and I wish I could just tell her how I really meant to call her more often.