Weekend with Grandmothers: This weekend, we are heading to our village where both my grandmothers live. I’ve been having this guilty feeling of not spending quality time with them. Sure, we are in touch through phone but nothing like a warm hug and enjoying their traditional delicacies.
My grandfathers are no more and I’ve been inviting them to come and stay with us, but they are fiercely independent. They choose to live the quiet village life. They feel they should not be a burden to any of their children & grandchildren. Their strength of their love & affection is amazing. I’m *really* proud and honoured to be their grandson.
As I write this, my heart wrenches and I get a tear in my eye… I don’t know exactly why… But its definitely to do with an inexplicable strong feeling I have towards them.