Friends always tell me how lucky I am to be close to my family. It’s true. I come from a very closely knit family. I attribute this to my grandmother, who was the glue that bound our family together.
A devout Catholic, fabulous wife, a school principal, a caring mother, grandmother, sister, aunt, and friend, “Mommy” (affectionately called by all) was the most wonderful woman I have ever met.
Little One and I were fortunate to have spent the last few weeks of her life with her. We left the Philippines last Wednesday and we got word that she just passed away.
Though my heart is torn into a million pieces, we knew she would be leaving us any day now. She told me when I was in the ICU with her that it was her time to go. She mouthed “I love you all. I am suffering. I need to go to Heaven now”.
Somehow, I’m still that grandchild that wants to think that grandparents are immortal and will live with us forever. Of course, such is not the case…except for in our hearts and in our memories.
I love you, lola. Thank you for being part of my life and for teaching me so much about family, life, and love. I am blessed and honoured to be your grandchild.
Why is letting go always so difficult, even when you know that someday that time will come and that sometimes it’s better off this way?