I lost my Grandmother a year ago to an illness that has no respect. I loved her very much and I still do. She was a strong, loving and caring woman who impacted a lot of lives. I cried alot and still do every now and then when I listen to "Welcome to Zion" by Frank Edwards. She liked the song so much.
Last year when I told people that my grandma had passed on, the first question they asked was "How old was she?"
"85" I would reply.
Then they would say" Haba! She was old now!"
They obviously didn't understand that if it were in my power, she would still be alive and healthy. It had nothing to do with age.
We still talk about Granny like she's alive. During the holiday I was in the market with my Mum and I saw this really nice- looking Stock fish. Granny LOVED stock fish, I never understood why.
"Granny would like this stock fish" I said not
" Granny would have loved this stock fish"
To me sometimes She's still alive! The hardest part was seeing her house empty, knowing I would never go into her pink themed room and laugh at her jokes while she eats her slices of cheese on crackers with a hot cup of weak tea and an orange on the side in an impeccably neat tray.
She had a word for every moment, her stories were all unique and she even had terms for some words (eg: tontolo for those who understand). She loved her family and kept us In union.
For everyone especially family members who still grieve, just recall the glad moments and relive them. Granny's Fine!
A moment of silence for Mrs Minella Marcia Eze (nee Toby)
WE LOVE YOU GRANNY!
