
My last living grandparent, my mother's mom, died last Thursday, July 15th at the age of 91. I was away on a trip to the Holy Land when it happened. Although she and my family were very present in my thoughts and prayers throughout my pilgrimage, I didn't get a chance to say "goodbye" and missed all that transpired with the family in the days leading up to her death. I did manage to return from my trip in time for the funeral services which I had the honor of presiding over.
It feels strange knowing that I have no living grandparents. A generation is no more. Somebody once said: "
Grandparents are a family's greatest treasure, the founders of a loving legacy, The greatest storytellers, the keepers of traditions that linger on in cherished memory. Grandparents are the family's strong foundation. Their very special love sets them apart. Through happiness and sorrow, through their special love and caring, grandparents keep a family close at heart." How true are these words!
As we said our final farewells at her funeral services, we all agreed that two words perfectly summed up grandmom's life: faith and family. Grandmom was a woman of deep faith in God! She put little stock in earthly treasures while greatly valuing the things of heaven. Family meant the world to her. She had 8 children and tons of grandchildren and great grandchildren. She adored her husband and was ill at ease when he was not by her side. As long as she was able, it was her tradition to gather the family around her every year around Christmas time for some good chicken and rice soup, delicious Puerto Rican food and family fun and fellowship.
I have a fond memory of her. When I was about 12 years old, mom and dad went away on vacation and left me with grandmom for the weekend. I remember one night grandmom inviting me to pray the rosary with her. She prayed that rosary so reverently and devoutly that I truly felt a divine presence in our midst. Through her tears, she prayed for each and every one of our family members by name. That memory is such a vivid one - which clearly confirms what her life was all about: faith and family.
Our family is not what it used to be. Rifts, dissensions, quarrels and hurts have damaged what we once shared. I truly hope that grandmom can work some magic from her place in heaven. May her prayers for us heal our family and bring us back together again.
Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her. May she rest in peace. Amen!