My Apo (Grandmother) passed away over the weekend. The hardest part of it all is not being able to just go home and at least see her – even for one last time. But, I know she would understand and I know she can hear me now anytime that I need to speak to her.
She was not your usual mild and meek grandmother. My grandmother was wielding a 9mm in her purse and was ready to shoot at will – even with the slighest provocation that you were after her beloved purse. She will raise hell if you took forever in serving food at ANY restaurant. Apo, as we lovingly call her – is stingy as hell. She likes to stock up on canned goods for so long – that food cans in her kitchen would more often bubble up – as it is waaaayy pass their expiration dates.
However, when shit hits the fan – she is the first one to step up and help – in any way – to get you back on your feet.
So, tonight I choose not to be sad – but to be happy for Apo’s next journey. Her time has come and one day I will get to see her again.
Rock on Apo! 🙂