Life has its fair share of happiness and sadness.
Today is Tuesday. We just finished a leisurely bike ride in the national wild life refuge, in VA when I received the news of my grandma's passing.
I was taken by surprise when my sister told me over the phone. I was the first one in the car to know and I quickly took a glance at my mom who was next to me. My mom was half asleep and somewhat dazed that I decided to wait until after the car ride to tell my mom. She was already aware of Popo's weak condition. Popo has been in the emergency room a few times this past year. More recently, losing memory of family members' names. Yet, last week when we saw her in the hospital bed, she was cheerful and smiling (even without teeth).
Popo was an enduring mother and wife. She was once in love and a run-away bride. She had at least 9 children whom she physically raised by herself. Because of her large family, she learned to master the art of saving. Even in her 80's, she continued to save coins, loose buttons, short threads and even used tape. Her skin was always soft and tender and her eyes were faded blue. Aside from her physical beauty, Popo had a beautiful giving heart. She helped raise us (her grandchildren) and gave us the opportunity to be here today. With her savings 20 years ago, she purchased plane tickets for my family to settle in the states. For many years, she helped form our adolescent behavior by keeping her watchful eyes from across the street. She also had a great sense of humor as she teased each of us about marriage in her own meaningful way. Popo was loving and kind hearted. This summer will be the first i will miss seeing Popo in her favorite basement step stoop.
I went downstairs to tell my mom. As i slowly walked into the bedroom, she seemed to have heard the news. I heard my mom weeping. Somewhat relieved from being the bearer of bad news, I kept my eyes on the bathroom floor as I walked over to sit beside my mom. My heart instantly ached when I felt my mom cry. I hugged her from her side as we shared tears at the edge of the tub. Popo's life just passed. One second here and gone the next.
Popo's passing got me thinking, What is the life cycle all about?
What is it like to be a child who grows into a grandparent?
Many of us want to make an impact in this world. We should start with the family that surrounds us.
Though I am not a life expert, i know impact takes years to build and we each have contributions to make through our life cycle.
Babies and children provide the laughter and happiness we experience.
Adolecents and teens teach us lifetime tools such as patience.
Adults and parents contribute undivided love, continuous care, and unyielding support.
And grandparents like Popo, they offer all of life's vision and their wisdom.
Although life is full of happy moments, it sure carries its fair share of sad and sadder. One day, I know it will be my turn. I will be the one to listen to the bad news...then the last day will come when I will become part of the news. We all will at some point, hopefully after our contributions to this world are made.
Thank you Popo for sharing your life vision and wisdom. May you continue to shine your sweet smile from above.
