It was supposed to be one of those weekends. Nothing very special planned. Danny came down to help me buy a new laptop and just hang out. This week is going to be the first full week of work/school since before Christmas. Last night, the unexpected occured. It's my grandpa's 86th Birthday this week. We celebrated with a family dinner at our infamous family restaurant, VIP. Right after the last dish came out, my grandpa fainted. It's true what they say - everything moves in slow motion when you're in shock. We have all been trying to expect the unexpected, knowing that my grandpa's very ill and growing older much faster these days. Still, nothing can quite prepare me for death.
My sister told me I was hysterical on the phone. I thought I was in more of a shock and disbelief. The most touching moment was when Danny told my little cousin (10 years old) to pray for my grandfather, as he lay on the floor of the Chinese restaurant. Danny, whose has not identified himself with a religion, often prays to God, or a god during difficult times. And while this is not a perfect religion he has, it's religion enough for me.
You would think an event like that would bring family closer together... In some sense, it did. For me, it did. I brought my grandpa lunch today while Danny set up the new air purifier we got him for his Birthday. My aunt and uncle still aren't talking...since last summer. I was so thankful Danny was here. He's certainly my rock, in the worst of times and even in the best of times.
Last night, while Danny and I were talking after we drove my grandparents home (my grandpa refused to go to the hospital after he regained consiousness), I realized that I was meant to stay home again. That transfer didn't work out for this semester. I can try 50 more times, and it still won't work out, I'm sure of it. I was meant to be here with family. And while I know that in my heart, sometimes, it's hard for me to accept it. God works in mysterious ways, but he can also work in a very straight forward way as well. This is a no-brainer for me. Stay home, Stella. I belong here for now.
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