A Grandmother’s Love:

A Grandmother's Love: The Loss, The Lessons, and The Legacy.

As I neared the end of my recovery, life dealt me one of its hardest blows—the loss of my grandmother, my Avva. Even though she was ageing, in my heart, she was this immortal figure, this constant source of love, wisdom, and strength who I believed would be by my side forever. So when she passed away, it felt like a piece of my soul had been ripped away. I had always believed she would be by my side forever, so losing her was a shock that left me feeling deeply empty.

What made it even harder was the way my family handled it. My aunts, Ekka and Kothai, and my Raghu Uncle—who all knew how much Avva meant to me—were terrified of breaking the news to me. They knew she wasn’t just my grandmother; she was my everything. She was the person who could make any problem disappear just by talking to me. She had this magical way of saying, “This too shall pass,” and instantly, all my worries would fade. Losing her felt like losing that magic. But now, she was gone, and I had to find a way to move forward without her.

But as much as it hurt, her passing also marked a turning point in my life. I began to ask questions—questions I had never really pondered before. Where did her soul go? Why do we choose the lives we live? What’s the purpose behind all of this? And that’s when a book called Many Lives, Many Masters found me. It felt like the universe had sent it to me, and reading it brought clarity and comfort. It helped me see life and death as part of a greater journey, something bigger than we can fully understand. It gave me answers about the cycle of life and the purpose we all fulfil. Though it didn’t erase the pain, it did give me comfort—comfort in knowing that Avva’s soul was still out there, on its own path.

Avva had always been deeply spiritual, spending hours in meditation and quiet reflection. Looking back, I realise she was planting seeds of spirituality in me long before I knew it. She would sit quietly, eyes closed, her face peaceful, and somehow, her presence alone was enough to calm any storm inside me. And even though she's no longer physically here, her power lives on and guides me through the darkest moments. It’s like a piece of her is still with me, giving me the strength to move forward. and became a guiding force for me.

Losing her was a wound that I’ve had to learn to live with, but the love she gave me, the wisdom she imparted, and the strength she inspired are all part of her enduring legacy. While she may no longer be here to comfort me in person, I know that her spirit is still with me, helping me face life’s challenges with grace and resilience. Avva wasn’t just my grandmother; she was my greatest support system, and her presence remains alive in everything I do. After all, she was never just my grandmother—she was my soul’s greatest teacher and now, my fairy God Mother.

Though I know I’ll never fully get over losing her, I’ve come to understand that healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means learning to live in a world without that person physically there. For me, it means carrying forward Avva’s lessons—her belief in love, patience, and spirituality.

With Love & Light,

Sarshika