There is silver lining around every dark cloud. And sometimes that silver lining is actually gold.

Reflections from the difficulties my grandad had in his life

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The other day, after receiving the news of uppa, I was sitting with my husband and reflecting.

Towards the end of his life, uppa had become really lonely. It was from an unexpected way too — his hearing deteriorated. This meant when people were around him, including when we went to visit visit, it was difficult for him to converse. For uppa, long conversations about news, world and books were his way of connecting. Not being able to partake in conversation , not even being able to keep up with what was happening in the room was too much for uppa. He really struggled and as a result, it made him withdraw from all his loved ones.

It always hurt to imagine uppa in that big old home on his own, but sometimes it hurt just as much being there with him, seeing him so quiet and withdrawn.

And when I shared that thought with my husband- how in a way, Allah taking him from here is Him almost saving him from that loneliness, my husband responded so powerfully -