MY GRANDFATHER WAS 90 YEARS OLD

New Roman">Today I went back home to see my grandfather who is 90 years old.

Last year he was still able to do take care of himself. He could cook meals, carry water with a little bucket, look after the chores at home, and even try to help others when it was possible. Once when I got home and saw him carrying water, I offered to help him. He declined my offer. He persisted in doing it by himself, in his words, to do exercise.   

This year things have become totally different. On entering the room I found the vast difference. He was unable to stand up, just sitting there all day long, taking naps all the time. Reluctant to submit to fate, sometimes he made efforts to move his leg a little. He couldn’t recognize anyone even standing right in front of him, because he was simply dumb and his eyes just couldn’t see much. It was so tough a task for my uncle to take care of him at home, since he is tall and heavy.

Looking at my grandfather who had lost his youth and at the yoke of the old age, I didn’t know what to say. Life became so cruel a fact to me. Time could bring us down and make us bend on our knees. Whatever a man was full of strength and spirits, years after he would be simply incapacitated. I didn’t know to which day my grandfather’s life might extend. I felt just so sad that my grandfather was so powerless made so by years. And I knew one day or another, such a day was waiting for me.