For the love of family
January 31st 2009 00:55
My grandmother passed away last week. I flew down as soon as heard the news and was by her bedside as soon as I could. She looked calm and happy, and if not for the still and silence, I swear she was only sleeping.
Her death united the family, and those who lived in the US flew over on their first flight. While trying to organise the funeral, we spoke of my grandmother's life and legacy, and realised that we dont ever tell her enough that we all loved her.
Why is it that we always wait until it's too late before we realise how much we loved?
I for one, don't remember ever telling her that I loved her. I just took it for granted that she was always going to be there. She was one of those grandmothers that didn't spoil, so in a way, when we were younger, we were a litlte scared of her. She wanted us to be self-sufficient at a young age, and told us that we couldnt have all the luxury like every other kid. It's not until now, when we have all matured, do we realise how important that part of our up-bringing was to who we are now.
The hardest part was actually cleaning out her posessions at her nursing home. Everything I packed had a significance, but I needed to do that, as I had not really done much else for her since I've never lived close to any of my family.
Another thing I realised about my family, mainly my mum and her sisters is that they are the happiest with each other. When they are all together, they act younger again. They laugh a lot more and are never out of topic to talk about. I wonder if that will be the case when my sister and I grew older, will we value each other just as much?
A week in Sydney for my grandmother's funeral opened my eyes a lot more about family and how each of us work. I am glad now that we are moving back to Sydney, as I did not want to lose any more of them before I spend more quality time with each and everyone of them.
On a lighter note, my grandmother would have laughed when we went to the cemetry and found out they had dug the wrong grave-site. As frustrating as it sound, it was a good break up of events to calm our emotions. Perhaps that was my grandmother's doing, to make us laugh with her once more.
Her death united the family, and those who lived in the US flew over on their first flight. While trying to organise the funeral, we spoke of my grandmother's life and legacy, and realised that we dont ever tell her enough that we all loved her.
Why is it that we always wait until it's too late before we realise how much we loved?
I for one, don't remember ever telling her that I loved her. I just took it for granted that she was always going to be there. She was one of those grandmothers that didn't spoil, so in a way, when we were younger, we were a litlte scared of her. She wanted us to be self-sufficient at a young age, and told us that we couldnt have all the luxury like every other kid. It's not until now, when we have all matured, do we realise how important that part of our up-bringing was to who we are now.
The hardest part was actually cleaning out her posessions at her nursing home. Everything I packed had a significance, but I needed to do that, as I had not really done much else for her since I've never lived close to any of my family.
Another thing I realised about my family, mainly my mum and her sisters is that they are the happiest with each other. When they are all together, they act younger again. They laugh a lot more and are never out of topic to talk about. I wonder if that will be the case when my sister and I grew older, will we value each other just as much?
A week in Sydney for my grandmother's funeral opened my eyes a lot more about family and how each of us work. I am glad now that we are moving back to Sydney, as I did not want to lose any more of them before I spend more quality time with each and everyone of them.
On a lighter note, my grandmother would have laughed when we went to the cemetry and found out they had dug the wrong grave-site. As frustrating as it sound, it was a good break up of events to calm our emotions. Perhaps that was my grandmother's doing, to make us laugh with her once more.
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