Last Thursday, my grandmother died. She would’ve been 85 this past Saturday. The only grandparent I have left now is my grandfather, who turned 83 today. Sigh…
It’s been hard living here while the rest of my family is in the Philippines. It’s been especially hard for my mom. Today, after lunch, my whole family [sans my dad] had a big tear-fest. My mom was just talking about how hard it’s been to spend the last 20 years away from her family, and how she regretted being the only one that didn’t get to tell her mom goodbye. And she stressed how much she wanted us to spend time together as a family because we don’t have any other family in the US (besides my uncle in Colorado). I guess that explains why she’s always so hesitant to let me spend time out of the house or with my friends.
So, Charlotte, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry I flaked out on our plans today. My mom has her reasons for doing the things she does. I just wish she’d execute those decisions better and in a more timely fashion. So, sorry again.
Sigh… I don’t handle death very well. I cried myself into sickness, and now I’m losing my voice. Man… It’s still hard to accept that my grandma’s gone. I wish I got to know her better… Okay, I can’t write anymore.
