So my grandma died. It was unexpected. We were estranged.
A miniscule issue was blown out of proportion.
The MIL-DIL duo who were like mother & daughter were not in talking terms. The rest of the family (dad’s siblings) instead of helping the grand old lady let go of the seeming ‘disobedience’ (yes, you read that correctly) of the DIL of 32 years, started pouring more fuel to the already angry and ego bruised grandma of mine. My dad did not react the way my grandma wanted him too. He (a 59 year old) told his mom not to exaggerate. An ungrateful son who blindly supports his wife. My grandma was a like a loose cannon.
Hurting words were thrown and curses were freely hurled at my family. We were asked to leave the family house. We were the outcasts now. The house we called our own for 30 odd years. The one we lived as a family with our grandparents. The one my parents took care off. The one where the whole family gathers for New Year, Deepavali, birthdays and the likes.
My dad was soon to retire in a couple of months. My wedding was just around the corner. After dad’s retirement and my wedding, it was just in time that the renovation of my father’s investment property completed. My family moved.
Another sibling of my dad, gladly moved in to
our house the family home. To be with my grandma. Within a few months, my grandma, under the pretext of visiting her youngest daughter, started staying for months altogether over there. She barely came back to the family home, unless it was absolutely necessary.
Meanwhile, Facebook was ripe with pictures and posts showing Mother’s day celebration pictures with my grandma and other siblings of my dad. Glowing tributes and the love they had for my grandma was explicitly mentioned. Relatives of us were tagged so that the message would come to us. By now, my mom & dad were the ungrateful children of the family and deserved no kind and love from the rest of the family. We were no longer part of the family.
A lot of other things transpired between the siblings. Making the already widened gap even bigger. By now, my dad didn’t want to have anything to do with them either. Slowly but surely, my grandma was loosing money. She was ‘giving’ money to her children ‘in need’. Then, her house was put on sale. Again, to help her ‘needy’ children. These needy children in their fifties who are professionals/businessmen with grown up children of their own.
10 years happened by then. It was now March 2017. Dad received a call saying grandma was serious. She cried seeing my dad & mom. Her eyes are speaking with them. So much of love. So much of regret. Two days later she passed on.