Lola's Legacy Lives...Nine Year On

Today marks nine years since my Grandma Lola passed on. It's hard to believe it was so long ago, and yet I remember the day well. It was a Saturday morning, and I was in my rented room in Barbados. I don't recall the time, but it was early enough. I saw the call coming from her phone and I knew...

My heart broke the day I heard grandma was hospitalized, but it shattered the day she died. Not only that, but it was the loneliest I've ever felt, being away from everyone at home and feeling distant. There were so many thoughts around that time - how do I manage with all this? Did she know I loved her? How would I maintain good grades on a scholarship when I lost one of the most important people in my life? How long would it hurt? And on and on...

Grandma is part of why I am the way I am. She was devoted to her God and to helping those around her. She showed me what love is by simply being herself and living. Losing her was the lowest point in my life. But because she "grew me right", I figured out how to grow and climb. It was my honour to be able to call her grandma and she will forever be a part of me.



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