You don’t get over it; you just get through it. You don’t get by it because you can’t get around it. It doesn’t ‘get better’; it just gets different. Everyday…grief puts on a new face.
Our family is in deep sorrow over the passing of my father’s elder sister last Saturday. She was only 58. She died the same age as her mother—my grandmother. She had battled with cancer since 1995, but we (my brothers and I) did not know this until my aunt suffered a relapse in December 2012; her cancer had metastasized in her stomach.
I have no words to describe how painful it is for the family to find out about her demise. She was gone too soon. I don’t know how to console my favorite cousin on his mother’s demise which makes it more unbearable. How does one find the words to reassure someone who has just lost his mother that everything is going to be fine? The truth is, it doesn’t. I don’t know this yet, but I’ve seen how my mother gets emotional every time we visit my grandmother’s grave. It’s been almost seven years since, but nothing has changed. I have felt the same towards my most-loved grandfather, and I miss him to this day. I still wish he had been there on our wedding day, but he’d been gone since 2008.
We have had family issues in the past, and unfortunately, it caused a strain in our relationship. I have learned a lot from this circumstance because I witnessed the value of acceptance and forgiveness most especially if family is involved. It’s sad that we no longer got the change to make up for the lost times, but we’re relieved that she left this world peacefully. She will forever be missed.