In Memory Of My Grandmother Elisa T. Goking
I said it before and I will say it again. The hardest part in growing up is to see your loved ones pass away. Sure, I had accepted my grandmother was old and her age at 90 years old was already amazing. I mean, I kept hearing people even ask themselves if they can even reach 80 years.
90 years old? That is already astonishing. I just missed her, that’s all.
Yes, people say time heals all wounds. I just have to keep on getting my mind occupied on other things so as not to cry over and over. I think I cried the hardest during my grandma’s burial.
In my experience, I got to appreciate my elders like my grandma and parents as I grew older. Back when I was a young, I only thought about myself. But after my grandpa died and after my grand aunt told me about grandma’s life when she was still in her younger years after she got married to my grandpa, I knew then how rough her life had been but she never asked anything back, only that she wanted to see her kids and her grandchildren happy and well taken care of.
No kidding. The things she did? Almost like a saint. Can you imagine her also taking care of my grandpa’s siblings when they were not yet married? Life was that hard and I admire my grandma’s perseverance and dedication that her mindset was always to make others happy.
I remember full well when I was still a child she always made sure to make beef soup with potatoes and carrots. Every. Single. Day. It is why I love beef soup so much until now.
As my dad said during his eulogy speech, he thought my grandma would enjoy life after grandpa passed away. But no, a few years after that she had to endure pain because of her cancer illness. But she weathered the pain and still lived so many years.
Despite the fact that life sucks and life is unfair in so many ways, I still thank God for making her body and mind strong to be able to live her remaining years and see me get married with my wife.
I always made it a point to play mahjong with her whenever I went home to my hometown since it was what she enjoyed very much. It re-energized her whenever she played and I never minded sacrificing most of my time when I went home just to play with her.
It is worth nothing that even though I know how to play mahjong, I never play it. Neither do my siblings. It was only with her that my siblings and I did just to make her happy.
I know she is in good hands with God. Even though she had a rough life in her early years, she has children and grandchildren who love her because none of us would be here now and I would not be able to write this post if it were not for my grandma.
In memory of my grandmother, Elisa T. Goking, she will always be a special person in my heart. Even though God gave me the opportunity to be able to spend time with her during her remaining time before she passed away and tell her how much I loved her, I will say it again for the last time:
I love you ama Elisa Goking. Thank you for the memories, your love and for taking care of us all those years. Your love will never be forgotten and I appreciate very much your love and effort over the years.
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