FADING CLOSENESS...

"My grand-father is the oldest man in his village..." I proclaim to my friends during a discussion based on longetivity. "He is about 90+" I add with a haughty air. "90+ age is a ripe age, people usually die before turning that age!" a fren adds. Inside my mind I am thinking... that the time is not far that he will leave us soon. Why haven't I thought about it these few years back? I remember myself sobbing at the thought of him walking with his failing eyes in the treacherous muddy terrains of the village during my childhood when mom put me to bed telling her childhood stories of the village where she grew up. I used to tell him as a kid that I'll grow up, become a doctor and operate his eyes. It made him really happy I could tell it from his cackling laughters that came out from his tobacco lace teeth. But years have rolled on... we moved to the towns, but they remained there with their life without any advancing changes. The only change was his increasing feebleness in his stork body which now can't...