Twenty years ago today on a Sunday, I had bought tickets for my mom and I to go see Revenge of the Sith. She was on her way to pick me up, when she had called my grandma and my grandma wasn’t picking up. This was unlike her, and as a result my mom went to my grandma’s first. We still had enough time to make it for the movie, or so we thought. My grandma had been making dinner, and apparently had lost her balance when she went to sit down and hit her head. My mom found her in a pool of blood on the ground, and immediately called 911. They went to the ER, and I got there at some point later. We would later find out someone somewhere had ignored the DNR. If you know what that indicates, then you know. I was not okay on that day, or the following weeks. She was here, but she was a shell of herself and I did all that I could to spend as much time with her as I could until she eventually passed less than two months later. I learned recently that they had ignored the DNR again that morning, too. At that point she was my last remaining grandparent, and the only stable parental figure I had. I still remember the sound of the machines, and standing there with my mom and the doctors, and the beeping slowed for that final goodbye. Both days affect me for different reasons because as grateful as I am that I got more time with her, it hadn’t been what she wanted.
Today, I’m sitting in my flat, trying my best to get through a trying day. I’ve grown a lot since that time in my life, and I’ve healed a lot as well. I used to chalk up the east coast chapters of my life as wanting seasons as a born and raised Californian, but most of those chapters were spent healing and growing. Re-parenting myself as well. Coming back home is still something I’m glad I did because I was able to re-connect with family in a way that was needed and also in unexpected ways. But that’s a tale for another time.
Today, I’m just grateful for those around that are genuine and kind, and seemingly accept me for who I am. Because today was hard in a lot of ways, including realizing it was time to let go when something I had been suspecting for awhile seemed to be confirmed. My intuition is rarely ever wrong, but there are things that are in god’s hands now.