We are born and we die . This is a process every life has to follow. No one here is immortal. No one can predict death and who knows I might be hit by a bus 10 minutes from now and boom everything would be just gone, I would be just gone. Life is too short not to be lived and to be loved. We even don't know what exactly gonna happen to us two seconds from now. Well, my grandpa just passed away yesterday and he loved each one of us so much and we loved him too. Actually, I feel kind of lucky because after the accident he had , he came by to stay with us and we got to spend much more time with him that specially I couldn't spend with him all these years. Well his memory was gone, he didnt recognize us properly but his love for us was still there. Whenever I would go to feed him something , he would ask me to have a little of it first. I got to spend some good time with him and not just that I was lucky enough to see him for the last time after his soul left his body. People we love, they get apart from us and this reality of life is really unacceptable to us. He is not here with us but he is missed today and will be missed forever. Dear baa, your love, your voice. your scolding, your smile, your style of combing your hair, your style of having cigarette and holding it and then the way you used to call our dearest Maa... everything