My grandma is 86 years old
She got sick with a 39.8C temperature and some sort of inflammation
They say her kidneys started to fail
And I come to see her, she didn't talk to anyone the whole day
And when she sees me she lets a tear go, gathers her strenght, raises her hand and says za dom (for our homes [old croatian salute I really care about])
That's the first tear that rolled down my cheek since I was a little boy
They said that we should except the worst, and whenever I go to sleep or something I feel like she's there, in her bed
And while writing this I'm tearing up again, never in my life I felt something worth tearing up for, it's not just any grandma, this one lived with me for my whole life
I have no words to describe this feeling..
That feeling is love. It's a word that is often overused, but at its base, is something you cannot describe.