Grandma and Grandpa reunited once and forever more
"Those who have been ransomed by the Lord will return. They will enter Jerusalem singing, crowned with everlasting joy. Sorrow and mourning will disappear, and they will be filled with joy and gladness." Isaiah 51:11
My grandma passed away on 26 August 2010.
We got the call at around 0040hrs.
She had been in the home for the aged for the last 9 years.
Ailing health and other factors leading to her being in and out of the hospital on many an occasion.
The doctors even told us a few times to be prepared coz Grandma could have gone at any time.
But when it really happens, and the call comes no amount of preparation is enough.
I was tossing and turning in bed, then I heard wailing.
Getting up from bed, I followed the direction of the sound.
It was my father.
My big aunt was crying as well.
Dad was in a daze while trying to get all the logistics together.
Thank God my brother was around to get Dad to the home, the police post and the other places to get the administration done.
The morning came and we had to start preparations for the funeral.
BUs with 100% return in a cut throat business.
They will suck you for all you are worth in your time of grief.
The body arrived in the coffin and the family sat around on white chairs waiting for relatives and friends to come by.
Thank God for my relatives.
Their love was felt in their presence and willingness to be around to help with the various logistics.
The first day flew by, came the second.
Dad and Kor didn't sleep for the longest time.
Sitting up during the wee hours to make for the watch duty.
Daylight of the second day brought more relatives, friends and colleagues.
The night service was overseen by the same Pastor who brought my dad to Christ, baptised both my grandparents and oversaw my grandfather's funeral.
Such beautiful hymes which ring home the powerful truths which bring us hope.
I stayed up for the second night to lighten the load for my father and brother.
The hearst left at 8.30am for Mandai.
A short service was held.
Flowers were placed on the coffin in preparation for the final send off.
We stood in a room with glass windows and said goodbye to my grandma's body.
The family and everyone else left the room and headed for the holding bay before leaving to come back for lunch.
This person has always had the strong belief that crying should be done in private and firmly promised that no one would or should ever see / hear me crying, but the dam of tears broke while at the holding bay.
Went to visit YKM in the evening.
Came home and knocked out at 11+pm after waiting for the hair to dry.
Slept for 12 hours.
I've been in a daze ever since.
I can't seem to get my thoughts in order and oh well... I cry from time to time.
It's easier to write than talk about it, but I will need to talk about it in period to come.
I worry about my parents and aunts.
Most of all my dad.
He's spent so much time taking care of grams that now there is a void which he needs to fill.
Still wrecking the brain to think about what to do together with him.
There is a hopefulness in the love God has for me.
In knowing that Grandma has been reunited Grandpa.
Knowing that I will get to see them again one day.
Knowing that death has no hold over my life and the lives of my loved ones who have been saved.
God's timing is always perfect.
No matter what the brain may say, things always fall into place.
And it's all out of God's love for us.
It hurts to face reality.
Life still goes on.
God's love gives me hope.
A hope that gives me strength to face the future.
I love you Grandma.
My warrior, teacher, guardian and friend.
I miss you.
We will see each other again one day.
My grandma passed away on 26 August 2010.
We got the call at around 0040hrs.
She had been in the home for the aged for the last 9 years.
Ailing health and other factors leading to her being in and out of the hospital on many an occasion.
The doctors even told us a few times to be prepared coz Grandma could have gone at any time.
But when it really happens, and the call comes no amount of preparation is enough.
I was tossing and turning in bed, then I heard wailing.
Getting up from bed, I followed the direction of the sound.
It was my father.
My big aunt was crying as well.
Dad was in a daze while trying to get all the logistics together.
Thank God my brother was around to get Dad to the home, the police post and the other places to get the administration done.
The morning came and we had to start preparations for the funeral.
BUs with 100% return in a cut throat business.
They will suck you for all you are worth in your time of grief.
The body arrived in the coffin and the family sat around on white chairs waiting for relatives and friends to come by.
Thank God for my relatives.
Their love was felt in their presence and willingness to be around to help with the various logistics.
The first day flew by, came the second.
Dad and Kor didn't sleep for the longest time.
Sitting up during the wee hours to make for the watch duty.
Daylight of the second day brought more relatives, friends and colleagues.
The night service was overseen by the same Pastor who brought my dad to Christ, baptised both my grandparents and oversaw my grandfather's funeral.
Such beautiful hymes which ring home the powerful truths which bring us hope.
I stayed up for the second night to lighten the load for my father and brother.
The hearst left at 8.30am for Mandai.
A short service was held.
Flowers were placed on the coffin in preparation for the final send off.
We stood in a room with glass windows and said goodbye to my grandma's body.
The family and everyone else left the room and headed for the holding bay before leaving to come back for lunch.
This person has always had the strong belief that crying should be done in private and firmly promised that no one would or should ever see / hear me crying, but the dam of tears broke while at the holding bay.
Went to visit YKM in the evening.
Came home and knocked out at 11+pm after waiting for the hair to dry.
Slept for 12 hours.
I've been in a daze ever since.
I can't seem to get my thoughts in order and oh well... I cry from time to time.
It's easier to write than talk about it, but I will need to talk about it in period to come.
I worry about my parents and aunts.
Most of all my dad.
He's spent so much time taking care of grams that now there is a void which he needs to fill.
Still wrecking the brain to think about what to do together with him.
There is a hopefulness in the love God has for me.
In knowing that Grandma has been reunited Grandpa.
Knowing that I will get to see them again one day.
Knowing that death has no hold over my life and the lives of my loved ones who have been saved.
God's timing is always perfect.
No matter what the brain may say, things always fall into place.
And it's all out of God's love for us.
It hurts to face reality.
Life still goes on.
God's love gives me hope.
A hope that gives me strength to face the future.
I love you Grandma.
My warrior, teacher, guardian and friend.
I miss you.
We will see each other again one day.