The memories of my grandma will always be with me. She opened my eyes to just how paradoxical life actually is and taught me during our brief time together that a human being must be able to settle with their past, and live in the present, whilst preparing for the future. In her case it was death.
I was six years old when I last saw her; two weeks before my birthday. I hadn’t known that it was the last time.
I remember the time when my grandma was alert and active and how she played so many games with me. I remember the long walks we would go on, and the stories she would tell. But, that was years ago.
I began to notice many years later that every time I would go and visit her she would always be too tired and would just nap for hours. Mum …show more content…
On my last visit, we had a long talk. During this visit, she mentioned my grandpa for the first time. I never met him, his soul had drifted away from Earth long before I was born, she said. She told me how they met, where they went on their first date and what their favourite place was. She told me about all her favourite memories with my Grandpa. She had never mentioned my Grandpa before.
She kept reassuring me not to worry and get upset. Mum told me it was meant to be. ‘She is in a better place now’. Her death was not just an event that happened in our family, it was a catastrophe, and it was as if all of us had lost a part of ourselves
On my seventh birthday, two weeks after grandma’s passing, mum handed me a note written by my grandma. It was the best present I had ever gotten. In the note, Grandma told me how sorry she was that she wasn’t going to be there to see me finish school, start university, get my first boyfriend, walk down the aisle at my wedding and that she would miss out on seeing me become the young woman she hoped I’ll be. She also said she will always be with me, beside me, watching me, even though I would not be able to see her. “You just have to believe I’m there with you and I will be,” she
I was six years old when I last saw her; two weeks before my birthday. I hadn’t known that it was the last time.
I remember the time when my grandma was alert and active and how she played so many games with me. I remember the long walks we would go on, and the stories she would tell. But, that was years ago.
I began to notice many years later that every time I would go and visit her she would always be too tired and would just nap for hours. Mum …show more content…
On my last visit, we had a long talk. During this visit, she mentioned my grandpa for the first time. I never met him, his soul had drifted away from Earth long before I was born, she said. She told me how they met, where they went on their first date and what their favourite place was. She told me about all her favourite memories with my Grandpa. She had never mentioned my Grandpa before.
She kept reassuring me not to worry and get upset. Mum told me it was meant to be. ‘She is in a better place now’. Her death was not just an event that happened in our family, it was a catastrophe, and it was as if all of us had lost a part of ourselves
On my seventh birthday, two weeks after grandma’s passing, mum handed me a note written by my grandma. It was the best present I had ever gotten. In the note, Grandma told me how sorry she was that she wasn’t going to be there to see me finish school, start university, get my first boyfriend, walk down the aisle at my wedding and that she would miss out on seeing me become the young woman she hoped I’ll be. She also said she will always be with me, beside me, watching me, even though I would not be able to see her. “You just have to believe I’m there with you and I will be,” she