This post is a dedication to a woman that I called dearly as my grandma.
My grandma was the most noble person I ever known in my life. All her life, she gave without asking for return. When I was little, she would make me breakfast before I went off for school. When I came home from school, she would make me lunch. She would spend her days in the kitchen preparing meals for us and never have I hear her complain, not even once.
My grandma was not a person with many words. Often she would sit quietly at her chair and listen attentively when people spoke. Years passed and my grandma got older and weaker. After breaking her hip bone and suffered a stroke, she succumbed to wheelchair.
The day that I finally realized my grandma had gotten old was the day I looked into her eyes after my wedding when she told me to come home when I have time. As I said, my grandma was not someone who speak out her mind, hearing her saying that broke my heart to pieces. Since then, I would go home often to visit. There was once in the morning she waited for me in her wheelchair thinking I would bring her out for breakfast, but I had no idea and was still sleeping in my room. I felt so bad afterwards I still feel it until today. It was then whenever I went home, I would take her out for breakfast or dinner.
Spend more time with the elders, they don't always have tomorrow. Getting up in the morning and still being alive each day is a blessing for them. I will always remember the last time I took my grandma out for dinner, because we had a good time and I didn't know it would be the last time I ever eat with her. Life is so unexpected, make each day count.
Even though she was often alone at home, with my mom out working and both of me and my sister at different states, she never complain and would spent her days looking out at the door. Sometimes I wonder if she was reminiscing her old days or thinking about something else. I regretted not spending more time talking to her. I have so much regrets I wish I could say I'm sorry but she was no longer here to listen.
My grandma was not only noble, she was a strong woman who raised 4 children all by herself after the death of my grandfather at a very young age. All my life, I have never seen her complain and I have never seen her cry.The only time I saw tears from her eyes was the day she died. She had a droplet of tear at the corner of her eyes when I reached the hospital. She had been struggling for her life for nearly a month after suffered 2 strokes within a week. She finally let go after my sister and I rushed home to see her.
I had been preparing myself to let go, because this is life. We get old and we die. Little did I know that it would be so painful to lose someone that is so dear to you.
Po, if you're in heaven, I hope you have a better life up there. Although we have lost you, but we are glad that heaven gained a wonderful angel. You will always and forever live in our hearts. I hope that you know that we love you dearly. See you when we get there.