2 days ago when I picked up the phone to call my mum, I least expected to be told that my Grandma was dead. Apparently she died early that morning and though my mum sent a message telling me, I never got it. Somehow I felt a big urge to call home. Little did I know that I truly felt her death.
She was 92 years old and though death at that age is considered a thing of joy because many of us may never get the privilege of living that long; one still can't deny the fact that it is still painful to loose a loved one.
I saw her last a few days before my wedding in December 2007. I believe so much in the blessings of parents, thus I made sure I made out time in between the preparations for my wedding to take my then husband-to-be to her and get her blessings. Though she had been bedridden for years and could not speak she was always able to recognize me and her face always lighted up whenever she saw me.
She was so happy when I introduced my husband-to-be to her. She shook so visibly and tears welled up in her eyes. Though we could not make out what she was saying we felt the strength of her blessings as she poured it out on us the best way she could. Little did I know that that was going to be the very last time I would see my beloved grandma.
One thing is for sure and that is time waits for no one. Whatever we can do to let someone know we love him/her, we should do it now because a life filled with regrets is definitely not a happy one to live.
I pray that God continues to strengthen each and every one of us who has to go through the loss of a loved one. For my mother and her siblings, I pray for God's strength and grace to bear the loss of their mother.
May the soul of my grandmother and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God rest in perfect peace