• 14 Dec, 2025 *

i wrote this post a week after i saw my grandma at the hospital, and forgot about it entirely. she passed away last week.

if you’re reading this by any chance, it would be nice if you could take a moment to wish her well, or to pray for her.

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i saw my grandma last week.

it seemed that she didn’t—couldn’t—recognize me, or if she did, i couldn’t tell. she was just laying on that clinical hospital bed, mostly delirious with some moments of clarity, but still unable to express her thoughts coherently.

everyone in my family keeps praying for her recovery, for a miracle to happen to her, for the doctor to say yes she’s much better now you can bring her home. and i understand why: the desperation, and the pain, and the misery, and perhaps a sprinkle of regret about why didn’t i treat her better when she was in good health.

but honestly, hearing what the doctors said, all i can pray about is for her to feel okay and not in pain. for this whole process to be painless. it’s one thing to be sick and another to be in pain, i think.

and also i sincerely pray that in whatever moments of clarity she has left, she recognizes that her children and grandchildren are there for her, and that it brings her comfort to know that she’s lived a good, long life, that everyone around her loves and cherishes her, and nothing she did throughout her life was a waste.

because what’s more important to life than knowing that you’ve come this far, and that you’re surrounded with love and warmth?