My grandmother was suffering from lung cancer for the last two years. My family and I were worried about her, especially because she used to live alone in the house where both my grandparents lived for their whole life. My grandfather had passed away five years back, but my grandmother refused to leave the house. Whenever we tried to convince her to come and live with us, she would turn down the offer by saying, “If not your grandfather, then atleast let me live with his memories. I don’t know any other way to exist.”
That’s why I decided to go and stay with her. The day I arrived, she was in an excellent mood despite being ill for so long. Honestly, I expected her to be miserable. But I was happy that she was in a completely different zone than what I had expected and started unpacking.
After unpacking, I was feeling so tired that I even did not remember at what point I hit the sack.
When I woke up in the evening, I found her sitting in the front yard. But to my surprise, she was not alone. A 13-14 years old boy was also sitting with her. They were talking and laughing.
I went outside and said, “Grandma, do you need anything?”
She replied in a no. I inquired further, “Who is the boy?”
She looked at him and said, “Oh! Meet my best friend. I have told you over the phone about him. Do you remember?”
Yes, she had mentioned that she had a friend who came to visit her twice a day. She had also said that she liked his company very much, but she never told me that her friend was a 13 years old boy. I mean I was wondering what could a 13-year-old talk about seventy years old, who was terminally ill. I just sat there and listened to their conversation. The boy would tell her about his friends and what happened at school, and she would laugh like a child whenever he said something funny.
It was heartwarming to see such an odd friendship. This kept on happening for the next three months when suddenly one day, grandma had to be admitted to the hospital. In the hospital also, she was more concerned about her friend and asked me to inform the boy about her whereabouts. The next day, the boy came to the hospital and spent time like they always did, talking and laughing.
He was also there the day she said goodbye to this world. I was trying to hold back my tears, but when I saw that little boy crying, I could not hold my tears anymore. I hugged him and thanked him.
I have not seen another friendship so pure and selfless as theirs. I realized that day, that in a world smitten with social media and number of followers, what we are missing. I would consider myself blessed if I ever get such a friend as my grandmother had. I witnessed that friendship is really beyond the boundations of age, colour, and status.