My Grandma Passed Away

In 2002, I met my grandma for the very first time. She lives {or is it lived now?} in Ghana, Africa so my sisters and my parents visited for a month trip.

At that time, I wasn't a picture taking crazy. Oh, how I wish I was. I wish I could share a picture of the beautiful woman that she was.

Since we {my sisters and I} don't speak the language fluently everything we said to our grandma had to be translated. That really stunk. It made it harder to connect. But she was such a lovely little lady. Reminded me so much of my mom.

When I spoke to my mom after my grandma's passing, she was strong. She said that grandma is with the Lord but I could hear that her voice was about to break. And then we cried. I cried for my mother. I cried because I wasn't crying because my grandma died but because my mom was sad. I feel horrible that I didn't really know my grandma. I feel horrible that I don't know my extended family. I feel horrible that I can never truly feel the pain that my parents feel when a family member passes away because I don't know them.

That is the saddest part about being born here and my extended family still in Africa. We don't know them. So we can never feel the pain our parents feel.

It got me thinking about how much I want my future kids to know my parents. I want them to cry with me because they feel the pain too and not just because I am sad. I want them to remember all the great things my parents did for them and all the memories they shared. Because if I could, I know that I would feel like a better daughter at this time. I would feel that my mom knows that I know what she is going through because I feel the pain too.

Please pray for my mom. Please pray that God gives her the strength to go through this difficult time because all her siblings that feel her exact pain are thousand and thousands miles away.