…my Grandma passed away.
She was the last of my grandparents to go and sometimes I am sad that I live in a world without my grandparents anymore.
I love her very much and am grateful that I have many memories of her as an active, beautiful woman.
One of the traditions my grandparents began was having a formal family portrait taken around their anniversary, December 26. Usually we took the pictures at home via tripod & self-timer, but the picture above is a section from our family portrait done in a professional photo studio one year. I think I’m about 4 years old in this picture and I’m in my Dad’s lap, sitting next to my Grandma & Grandpa. I still remember that night vividly. I especially remember how fascinated I was when the photographer came around with the light meter and I kept asking what he was doing with it. I can’t believe the three people in this picture with me have all passed away.
Last Tuesday was my paternal grandmother’s birthday, but just 4 days later was my maternal Grandma’s birthday.
I don’t talk a lot about my maternal Grandma because I don’t think I ever got over losing her. Losing her was the hardest thing I ever went through until we lost Dad. It’s hard to believe but this year will mark 10 years since she passed away.
Anyway, Saturday was (maternal) Grandma’s birthday but because Yoshi’s family was visiting from out of town, I was not able to join my family to do a chanting service for her.
Instead, on Sunday, my Auntie E invited me over to her home for dinner with my Uncle T and my cousin T. I know that Sunday night is their cherished “family night” (cousin T is off at college now, so he’s only home on weekends), so I felt honored to be included. After a huge feast-like dinner (ribeye steak, chicken sausage, corn on the cob, baked potato, steamed broccoli and cauliflower), we each had a slice of mango pudding cake for Grandma for her birthday. Cousin T cut a special slice for her and then he & I presented it to Grandma as an offering at an altar table in their house for her.
Happy birthday, Grandma. I miss you everyday.