Today marks the one-year anniversary of the last day that I hung out with my Nanay.
It was weird, because shortly after midnight, as I drove home and turned into the street that I live on and switched the station to 102.1, I heard "Red Red Wine" by UB40, which is THE song that makes me think of Nanay. I tried not to cry...
I was already thinking about her, so to hear that song right when she was on my mind just made me question whether or not that was a coincidence.
It also happened that, on our first visit to her grave after her death, my mom, sister, and I went to buy some flowers at the cheap flower stand under the 805 at the Palm Avenue exit. My mom freaked out because as she paid for the flowers, the florist's cellphone starts ringing and the ringtone was "Red Red Wine."
And when my cousins and I all went to Disneyland, as we ate dinner in Downtown Disney, one of the songs that played at the restaurant was the same song.
What is that?! Why does that happen?
I mean, there's part of me that says, It's just a coincidence, but then why do we hear it at seemingly appropriate moments?
I see pictures of my grandma and it's like she was just here. I hear her voice...I even smelled someone wearing her perfume yesterday... I just can't believe she's gone. I'm never going to hug her again. I'm never going to hold her hand again. I'm never going to kiss her cheek again. Her cooking, her singing, her voice, her scent... It's hard to think that it's forever and that everything's only a memory now.
She took care of my sister and me. She lived at our house for a while. She was honestly a second mother to us.
She was the center and the rock of our family - we would always go to her place for the holidays.
I remember both my Nanay and Tatay visiting us in Virginia Beach back in the 80's.
I remember her telling me that the guy who worked at Lenscrafters was "pogi."
I remember my grandparents taking me to Seaport Village, buying me ice cream and a ride on the carousel.
Nanay really liked perfumes and clothes...she loved to socialize...she loved to cook... she loved going to church...she loved her family. I remember her smile, her laugh, the way her hands felt, the polish on her fingernails, her dusters, her jewelry, the way her little body felt when I hugged her...I still remember all of this and I miss it. I miss her presence.
In the end, our whole family took care of her. It was really hard to see her physically and mentally change during the last years of her life.
My mom, sister, and I took Nanay out after church last year on June 11. We drove around San Diego: Coronado, La Jolla Cove...we bought some Wendy's and ate in my mom's truck. We opened up the windows so my grandma could have some fresh air.
My sister and I hung out with her right before she had to go back into the nursing home. We were parked right in front of the home while my mom signed some paperwork inside. Nanay said, "I had fun today." And we told her that we loved her. 4 days later, she was gone.
I like to think that her spirit is somewhere out there, happy and free and watching over us.
I really, really miss you, Nanay! I can't believe it's been a year since we last spoke...
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