Grandma, Mama

(TW: Loss of a dear family member. This blog is my diary, albeit public, and writing is my way of coping with life - good and bad - and therefore I will write about this here with honesty and openness.)

In the last 15 months, after my Grandpa, Tata, has passed, I looked at every day with my Grandma, Mama, like something to be grateful for. After 60 years of strong sincere love, we could only imagine how much she missed him. Now they have been reunited.

Mama has been in the hospital since August. I’ve been through anxiety, fear, sadness, and everything in between. But I knew she wouldn’t have wanted to see me this way. Life had to go on. I was so happy that I got to see her one last time in September. She told us all to take care of ourselves and each other. ‘Vigyázzatok magatokra’. As she always did. I loved her so much.

Today I look at old pictures and cry. I saw a little sun come through my window and decided to breathe in some fresh air. I’ll go for a walk later too. When I was small, we used to go to the park - ‘liget’ - every day. We had a bench that we called ours - ‘mi padunk’. Now I will take Mama and Tata with me every time I go for a walk. In my heart.

Nyugodj békében, Mama!