It has been awhile since my Bibi (paternal grandmother) died. She was said to be 87 although it cannot be certain. I will always remember my mom’s haunting cry when she received the news over the phone. I have watched my parents cry and mourn for months. Despite her being millions of miles away, our house shook to the core, there was empty sadness that could not be filled.
I cried in solitude, mainly in the shower. But for the most part, I was able to keep things together. I told myself all the right things to justify why it was OK. There was some solace in knowing Bibi Ji lived a long and full life.