Goodbyes have always been hard for me. Sometimes I would rather just disappear…
And when things are really heart-wrenching and painful I usually write about them in my journal or in a blog post. This time around I could not bring myself to do it because I did not want to accept the fact that my Grandma Alice really is gone.
She passed last Friday on Good Friday and I found out about her massive stroke the Friday before that. That week was the hardest because I knew that each day was bringing her closer to heaven.
I am so thankful that 3 Sundays before that I was finally able to get in touch with Grandma Alice. I had been trying since Christmas Eve and I got sent to voicemail each time. Then one Sunday out of the blue I decided to give her a ring and to my surprise she answered. We had such a wonderful conversation. Grandma’s voice was always so uplifting and joyful. I told her about how I am finally completing my college degree. I also told her about my future plans and how I am planning on going to a city in the Big Island. She said, “I grew up 100 miles from there. Can you believe that I still remember that? It has the most beautiful weather and feels like paradise.” We spent a little more time reminiscing and I got to tell her that I loved her.
I cannot bring myself to say more about this because I miss her so much, but I am so thankful for all the wonderful memories that we had together.
I am not a fan of goodbyes so I will lean into the change instead.
I love you Grandma Alice