I used to have a sweet grandmother until last Monday when she died at the age of almost 100 years old. She was a very beautiful lovable old woman who lost her husband some fifteen years after marriage. She brought up her orphans – including my father – all by her own in their small village inflicted by famine and poverty. Although she was uneducated, she often uttered touching pieces of wisdom. My father has been always proud of her mother and says: “She is an uneducated sage”. My grandmother was proud of her son too. The son who never forgot her and traveled every month from Tehran to see her, help her, take care of her and not let her feel lonely and forgotten.
However my grandmother would not remain alone and forgotten if my father did not pay her the routine visit. She was like the doyenne of her neighborhood and neighbors enjoyed her companionship. Hundreds of people attended her funeral and mourning ceremony. Her last days were beautiful and her life ended with glory.
Her oldest son, my only uncle, is mentally retarded. He is very awkward while speaking and nobody enjoys his companionship. The only one who really took care of him was my grandmother. Maybe my grandmother was the only person by whom my uncle experienced some sense of compassion in his retarded mind. And now after her death, my uncle is experiencing the bitter sense of loneliness.
How lonely my uncle looks after death of his mother. I remember in the cemetery, where people stood around the grave after burring my grandmother. My uncle stood just above the grave and cried but nobody cared. I remember for one moment I did not see anything but my mentally retarded uncle and his regrettably awkward crying. In that moment, my father appeared in the scene: “I will never leave you alone” he whispered in my uncle’s ear. Maybe my father feels that he is not educated enough to impress me, but he did. My father is neither educated nor sage. We disagree with other on many things. But he has a very compassionate heart and I am proud of that.
Sweetness of human relations tempts me to believe in a peaceful hereafter not inflicted by famine and poverty. Wherein my grandmother kisses his son for devoting himself to his mentally retarded brother. Wherein my uneducated father who cannot impress his son joins his mother again to enjoy her companionship.