His last moments…

Aatmaa has rejoined Paramaatma…..

Alright, gonna attempt to get this entry done before everything gets manic again.

Last Friday.

Went out for my brother’s birthday (which was on Monday 14th). Ended up in Legs 11 (strip club). Doing it all again on the 2nd of August. Why? Because August the 2nd is a special day. It deserves to be celebrated as much as any other day. I suggest you all go out and do something special on August 2nd and make it feel wanted. Fuckin December 25th gets all the damn glory!

Saturday.

My sister and Rhyan came up from London. He is so bloody cute it’s shocking. I got more videos, which I’ll try and convert and post, at some point.

Sunday.

Mom got back from India. She’s safe and well. She told us of granddads last minutes. He was pretty out of it. He’d just had something to eat and it was time for his medication. The nurses took his tray, and my uncle propped him up in bed. All of a sudden, he started waving his arms around saying, “Go away. GO! I don’t need you here.” Mom asked whether he was talking to them, to which he replied “I can see Angels. They’ve come for me.” My uncle asked why he didn’t want them there, and he said, “I don’t need the Angels. I can see the lord. He’s come for me himself.”

My granddad was a very religious man, and knowing that he saw that before he went…i dunno. I’m not religious so i don’t know how to feel about it, but it makes me glad that he had that comfort.

Right before he passed away, he asked, “Everyone got your tickets?” Mom asked what tickets he was talking about. He said “The tickets to get on the bus. They’re really hard to come by. This bus is one way only.” My uncle made my granddad more comfortable by moving a pillow out from behind his head. When he put his head down, he opened his eyes, smiled and said “Radha Soami Bhabaji” (“Hello Lord”), put his hands together in prayer, and passed away.

To have so much faith…to believe in something so strongly…..i wish i were more like my granddad.

The bus he was talking about was his take on reincarnation. He used to tell my mom, uncles and aunts (when they were younger) about a bus that came when you died. If you were destined to come back, you had a return ticket. If you had completed your journey, you took a one way. Knowing that he saw the one-way bus means he ascended. Like i said, i’m not religious, but it brings me comfort thinking about him being at peace. He was a wonderful man and this world is lucky for having had him in it. Ima miss him.

I can’t believe it took me an hour to type that. I gotta get going. People have been coming over all week to pay their respects and it’s just been crazy. Doesn’t look like letting up yet.

I’m really sorry i haven’t noted you guys. I’ve read all your entries, but haven’t really been in the right frame of mind to leave notes. I apologise and will try and catch up with you all over the weekend.

Hope you all have goodun’s.