Death of Mr Varghese Abraham

My Grandfather- Varghese Abraham passed away into eternity with Christ today evening at 4.45p.m. He died in the hospital in front of his youngest daughter in law who has so far taken great care of all of them. He woke up to her voice before she left the hospital and took his last breath exactly at 4.45 , all attempts to resuscitate him failed.He died just after singing ‘Prathanake Utharam Nalgunone’ a malayalam devotional when translated says “the one who answers my prayers”. That was his favorite song, he sang it everyday for prayer. I learned it when I was 2. And he sang it with all his heart before the clock struck four.He had one wish that God didnt let him see- he wished to live a bit longer to see me get a nice job. I cry at times when I remember him saying that to my mother. But he died knowing that I’m with Christ. He was excited to see my love for Christ. I prayed for him the night before he died, and when I heard the news that he died , God told me that I would see him in HIS Glory at the right time!

I owe a lot to my Grandfather. Starting with my love for English, Jalebi’s (which he used to religiously bring me ever since I could eat solids), a life of prayer and some of the most beautiful songs I memorized thanks to him singing, in a deep bass tone, “Neeiallo Nyangakula Divya sangath Yeshue’ and ‘Kunjatin Thiru Rakthatal Nyaan Shudaan Aie Theernu’ ( You are My God[roughly translated] and Cleansed by the blood of The Lamb.) One of the earliest memories that I cherish of him is , my grandad rushing to the Chicken shop to buy me chicken when he hears that we are coming to stay at home. He loved me a lot. He would always  give me some money out of his pension fund and tell me to use it wisely but for whatever I wanted. Very few know this about me but I hated the Varghese in my name. It sounded too Old and weird. Oscar Abraham was much cooler. Thats until I heard my grandpa speak in (what I can say as the original) Queens English. Later that day I found out that he studied English as he needed it for his work – a clerk at the British railways. I have the strongest collection of the conversation that followed and I love it for him. I love English for him. Imagine that my grandpa knew perfect English. I miss him now. I’ll have to go to an empty bed on Wednesday. I don’t know If I will be able to withhold myself from bursting up when I see him. I really haven’t the slightest idea. I was in a horrible state in the hospital, and that’s only to see him talking. To go home to a corpse….

Inadvertently, I believe that he was a man who made the greatest mistakes a man can ever make, he didn’t take care of his kids in his youth, he smoked and drank  with pleasure- something that took a son away from him years ago and another died of liver cirhosis. He spent all his money doing things he should not have done, he drove his wife to the extent of madness and she cursed him every night. But you know what? He was my grandfather and I loved him . I kissed him and hugged him and respected him every time I met him. I love him and I believe that death is another step to coming closer to God’s care and I know God cared for him because all of his kids turned out good in life. I cant help but wonder how all throughout my family line we have been blessed. My Grandfathers family and also my Fathers family is blessed.

As I End this I want to say – I thank God for all the care he has given my grandfather. I thank you Jesus for listening to my prayers and taking him into your eternity peacefully. Your name be PRAISED.

I love my Grandparents!

My Family!