Gone but not forgotten | Day in the life RCD
Yesterday was "world cancer day". I had this blogpost content for awhile but getting into writing it was hard. As a granddaughter of deceased grand parents from this evil disease. Anything I would write would be removing an band aide. One that I would do often without trying to remove it especially when something reminds me of one of them.
I have lost three grand parents from this.
Oma Nel.
I never had the chance to know this woman. She died before my sister was even born. The stories of her life does make me sad. I wished she had more joy as an adult. But that is a different story. My grandmother fought this disease twice and lost the fight on the second time. I know very little about this time of her life. I only hear stories how she was as a person and little bits of what her last days were like. But I do know I think that she would be in love with the grandchildren that came after my brother. And the blessed great grandchildren she didn't get to meet.
Oma Erna
I've spoken about her so much. She has a big impact on all her grandchildren. She left a huge mark on us all. The baking cookies magic she left in the hands of Rapi her granddaughter and her sweet Hanna. The cooking she left in actually all of her granddaughters and my brother. My oldest cousin (Gaby) is a great cook because of what she witness in kitchen at grandma. What we all witness helping in the kitchen during family gatherings. The helping your fellow neighbor that was instilled in us by her. Her raising foster children and becoming long time friends with their mother's. You would just strive to be an ounce of this woman. The beauty what she created. Grandma was home for all of us. And she is still missed during every gathering. Every family disagreement. Every achievement. Every time I see my aunts take care of their grand children. Just as we as grandchildren would witness. All grandchildren at grandma after school. It's beautiful to watch. The tradition carry on.
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I remember the first time she was ready to tell us that she had cancer. It went by quick but it felt like the hardest three months. Mostly because I was there. I was one of the few still in school. So only one free to drive her to her appointment's. I can still remember yelling at passengers because I had just gotten my driver license and was afraid to drive during traffic hours. I remember her asking me my grades as a Uni student. Because I was the last grand daughter that she still could ask. The proudness she felt opening my brother's store. My grandmother died of breast cancer in 2009. The anniversary day I did my best to forget. But it's close or already gone by. It's one thing I didn't want to remember. Seeing her daily in pain the last weeks of her life is imprinted in my mind for always. And the graceful look when we had to say goodbye like everything was gone. The pain.. The lump of the scar... She got to go back to her love (my grandfather) precisely 10years later.
Opa Paul
He was my dad's father. I have never really got to create a connection with him. We could never connect. Mostly because we were entirely different people. And entirely different countries. So I met him twice in my life and they were brief encounters. But when he died of cancer. I got to hear a beautiful letter from my cousin. The relationship they had because it was the only grandchild he got to witness grow up. But I do have to say I think that I have drafting bug from him. Me going into this profession is in my blood because of him.
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Present Day
My "sweet" aunty with the biggest heart has cancer. She was just operated for breast cancer. I had heavy couple of years. Even lost a place I use to call home that was burned down. But didn't shed one tear. But thinking of auntie's mark on us cousins makes me cry. She is the one you go to when you running away from home. She'll take care off you. And she has so many times for so many strangers. She is the one who taught us a little goes a long way. The giving to poor. Aunt has the biggest heart of us all. I do pray this family member does win the fight.
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Not going to share pictures of any of them. Because it's not important. And the ones that know who I'm talking about, can have a moment for themselves of the person mark in their life right now.
🙏🏾 praying for your aunt.
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