Today we said our final goodbyes to my beloved grandmother. It was quite an emotional rollercoaster ride for me, to say the least. After a short night of sleep and feeling restless and filled with anxiety, my parents picked me up early in the morning to drive to my grandma’s home where she has been peacefully resting in her own room since she passed last week.

I got to see her one more time and I was happy to see she looked like she was finally in peace. Being the sensitive being that I am I couldn’t stop myself from shedding lots of tears.

I had another final glimpse of my grandma after she was put in her casket. With a white rose in her hands, looking like she’s sleeping, I laid my final eyes on her for the very last time before the casket closed, with the thoughts that I will never ever see her again in the physical world.

Along with my cousins we put her casket in the hearse, covered with beautiful arrangement of flowers from my grandma’s children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. The family drove to the crematorium where friends and other relatives joined us for a service honouring my grandmother, filled with lovely words, photo visuals and memories. As the service came to an end, the direct family gathered around the casket for the very last goodbye. I put my hand on the casket while tears were rolling down my cheeks.

My sweet grandma. The only grandma I had left. Lived to be 95 years old. I will miss her so much! She’s always been the best grandma to me. Always spoiling me. She lived a full life. I will always cherish the memories I have, for the rest of my life. She’s finally reunited with my grandpa, after almost 30 years. And they are both watching over their loved ones. I do believe that.

I love you, my sweet grandma!