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My grandmother on my mom's side died yesterday. She lived to be 92 and had a long fulfilling life. The last years of her life were filled with her family coming to visit her and take care of her daily. Her last hours were peaceful, since she was on Morphine - so I'm glad for that. We had been mentally prepared for her death for a few years now, due to her slipping mental and physical faculties. It was her time and she was ready. She even waited until my aunt got back from the Virgin Islands, so that she could die with all her children present.
I write this post not out of sadness, but to commemorate the life of an amazing person. I'm happy that she has been released from this cycle of "Samsara" - constant suffering that is existence - into the peaceful arms of death. She was a religious woman who lived by her virtues and was not hypocritical: she showed compassion and patience to her loved ones, gave money to those in need, and even gave food and shelter (a place to sleep in her own home) to the downtrodden. She was not homophobic nor racist in a time when these philosophies were the norm. Rather, she vehemently decried homophobia and racism, even writing letters to the local paper to denounce these things, and formed many long lasting friendships with her Hispanic neighbors. She had the patience to work with special needs children, and took care of my cousins after their parents had passed away. I love my grandma and am sad that I was born to late to truly get to know her. I will hold on to the memories I have of her from my childhood, of when she was herself mentally, and she will live on in my heart forever.
Rest In Peace Grandma, I love you.
I write this post not out of sadness, but to commemorate the life of an amazing person. I'm happy that she has been released from this cycle of "Samsara" - constant suffering that is existence - into the peaceful arms of death. She was a religious woman who lived by her virtues and was not hypocritical: she showed compassion and patience to her loved ones, gave money to those in need, and even gave food and shelter (a place to sleep in her own home) to the downtrodden. She was not homophobic nor racist in a time when these philosophies were the norm. Rather, she vehemently decried homophobia and racism, even writing letters to the local paper to denounce these things, and formed many long lasting friendships with her Hispanic neighbors. She had the patience to work with special needs children, and took care of my cousins after their parents had passed away. I love my grandma and am sad that I was born to late to truly get to know her. I will hold on to the memories I have of her from my childhood, of when she was herself mentally, and she will live on in my heart forever.
Rest In Peace Grandma, I love you.