To my grandma

On April 2nd 2005 Pope John Paul II pronounced his final words “Let me go to the house of the Father“. 13 years later, his words resonated in my family when my grandma died on that same day, one year ago at 92 years old.

She had been living abroad for quite sometime but I got to spend a few days with her before getting the news in Peru so I though of dedicating this short post to her, to mention specific memories of all the ones that I have.

My grandma took care of me and my brothers on some occasions. I was even spending time with her the day my other grandmother passed on 1997. During that day I saw her talking on the phone a lot and I could feel something was happening but it was not her news to tell but my mom’s.

On another occasion, where I must have been 12 or 13 years old, my grandma took me to the movies and she fall asleep in the middle of the movie. When I asked her, instead of admiting it, she just told me that she had closed her eyes to concentrate. CAN YOU IMAGE THAT?! Her answer was just everything.

She also had a sign outside the toilet on the first floor in her house: “PIPI ROOM”. I would just burst out laughing every time I saw it or even when my cousin made fun of me. I still have that tone in my head.

Most importantly, I am never going to forget the day I saw her awake for the last time because when it comes to saying what I feel, I dont always tell my loved ones that I love them. I may feel it and even show it through actions but I hardly say it so the last time I saw my grandma awake and mostly stable, before leaving to the airport, I kept thinking if I should tell her that I loved her and after debating myself on my mind I decided not to. When I approched to say goodbye, she looked at me and said “I love you” and I told her too. Thank you for that.

It is very difficult to see the process or transition of a loved one before they pass. Its slow and painful. It taught me a lot.

I was not able to attend her funeral in Florida but I believe life is meant to be celebrated and I hope this post adds to that celebration including the funny memories that I recall most.

I would like to give big thanks to all the nurses that works at Trustbridge Hospice and the volunteers who came to offer a cup of coffee, the ones that came to sing and the therapy dogs too.




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