Grandmother
The other day my mom called and told us that she and dad were planning to go to Vietnam in a couple of weeks. Of course something must be wrong for them to go in such a hurry. They said that my grandmother hurt her back and was taken to the ER because of the pain. But they also said that they gave her medicine that was helping and that she sounded strong. It would be ok. We asked if we should go along with them and were told there was no need. We could go next year as planned. They were confident that she would be ok...
I just found out that my Grandmother has passed away. She was 97 years old! I had never met her before and was suprised by how moved I was to hear the news. I cried. Mostly because my mom told me that my dad was heartbroken and that in all their years together, she'd never seen him cry so hard before. I really cried for my dad. But after that, I cried for me. I never met my grandmother! She was alive all these years and I had never spoken to her or even spent much time thinking about her. We kept postponing a visit. Why? We were thinking about a trip next year or in a few years for her 100th birthday. What silly thoughts. And then I cried for her. All those years we never went to see her. Did she ask for us? Was she waiting? Did she spend time wondering about us? Imagining her waiting makes me sad. So that I feel better, I am going to believe that she was not waiting, but enjoying a full and happy life with all her other grandchildren. But that doesn't really help because whatever other grandchildren were around, I'm sure she missed her son. Dad never said so, but it's the most natural thing in the world to miss your mother. I am mostly sad for my daddy.
I just found out that my Grandmother has passed away. She was 97 years old! I had never met her before and was suprised by how moved I was to hear the news. I cried. Mostly because my mom told me that my dad was heartbroken and that in all their years together, she'd never seen him cry so hard before. I really cried for my dad. But after that, I cried for me. I never met my grandmother! She was alive all these years and I had never spoken to her or even spent much time thinking about her. We kept postponing a visit. Why? We were thinking about a trip next year or in a few years for her 100th birthday. What silly thoughts. And then I cried for her. All those years we never went to see her. Did she ask for us? Was she waiting? Did she spend time wondering about us? Imagining her waiting makes me sad. So that I feel better, I am going to believe that she was not waiting, but enjoying a full and happy life with all her other grandchildren. But that doesn't really help because whatever other grandchildren were around, I'm sure she missed her son. Dad never said so, but it's the most natural thing in the world to miss your mother. I am mostly sad for my daddy.