Two weeks ago, my beloved grandmother passed away. My grandma was amazing. She wasn't raised to be the lovey dovey, sweet as pie grandma that one might think makes an amazing grandma. She was a no- nonsense, speak her mind grandma. She was frugal, and you knew when you went to her house you better not put your hands on the wall. But she was always there. ALWAYS.
She taught me to love God. She taught me about Jesus. Not in words, but in actions. She was a servant of God until the day she died. She served her church every single day. Literally until she went into the hospital. And even then, she tried to leave the hospital to finish what she was doing.
She taught me about unconditional love. She was a presence in our lives always. When I was little, she took us to church every Sunday. She gave us a dollar to put in the offering basket. After church, we would always go to breakfast. Such favorite memories. Once a year, her and my grandpa took my sister and I to Disneyland. We never got souvenirs, we ate at the burger places not the sit down restaurants, and she sure did love the Country Bear Jamboree (which I HATED as a kid), but it was a place that we went to with them. It was so fun. As we grew up, got married, had kids, she was always there for them. She went to promotions, graduations, soccer games, choir performances, baptisms, baby blessings, birthday parties, and anything else that was important to us.
She has been constant in our lives. Over the last few years, she has been sick, and she has missed my grandpa terribly. He passed away before he could meet Kumaka, in October 2006. She had been alone a long time. I knew that one day, she would have to leave our world, and go to the next, happy to see her husband and her family. We are all so sad that she is gone. There is a gaping hole where she used to be. But I am so very thankful for the gospel, for knowing that we can be together as a family again. I am thankful she is no longer suffering. And I am so thankful for every single thing she taught me while she was here. I asked my boys what they remember about grandma, and the first thing Kekoa said was she was always there. That is her legacy.