Today, if you are in love, or with someone who loves you, remember to cherish. That we will die, that we will lose the ones we love, is something we always seem to forget.
I have a copy of my grandmother's death certificate with me right now. Is it ironic that my grandmother died on Valentine's Day?
It was a surprise this morning at around 2:14 am when we received the phonecall. I was half-cursing the idiot who would call at 2 am, then the sobering moment when I heard my mother ran into her room in loud sobs; I understood immediately what had happened.
How do I feel? Nothing. We were virtually strangers, my grandmother and myself.
My grandmother had been suffering the last few weeks of her life. The doctors had tubes stuck in her because she could no longer eat. She had in fact begged to die. Yet her children were arguing over surgical procedures that were unable to save her or relieve her of her suffering - which I therefore deemed unnecessary.
Now she has no pain. I'm not that sure about going to a place of peace and all that rubbish though.