Grandma

Photos of my grandparents when they were younger.

It has been one whole year since my grandmother passed away and in that short period of time so much has changed. No matter what...you will always have that feeling that there was more that you could have, more that you should have done, but in reality it seems as though this epiphany never seems to cross your mind or motivate you to take action until you finally realize that you can't or that it is now too late.

In the recent years I never spent much time with my Grandma, but when I was younger she practically raised me when my parents worked to make a better life for my siblings and I. When my mom went back to work after having me she often left me for the week with my grandmother and would then come get me on the weekend. My mom always said that I would never want to leave my grandma because I had spent so much time with her, so much so that I didn't even want to be held by my own mother.

Losing my grandmother has made me realize some of the importance in prioritizing the things in my life and has also prompted me to look further into my family history. My family, as with so many others have traveled from far off places to be where we are today and in between is often rich history, traditions and things that we would often not know of. I would love to embark on a project somewhere along the lines of a family tree/history book. This would be something I would love to have within the family and passed on from generation to generation. These memories and legacies have to be preserved. Now I know more than ever that knowing where you come from, knowing what a part of you is is something that cannot be overlooked. Knowing this will lead to a better understanding of what you are and oddly enough a sense of pride which I've only now come to appreciate.


Grandpa and Grandma at a Wedding 10+ years ago..


Grandma's resting place at the Queen's Park Cemetary.