My grandmother in San Francisco passed away this past weekend... She had an asthma attack and died shortly after arriving at the hospital. She was 85 years old and outlived my grandfather by 10 years... Grandma had a happy life, surrounded by her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren, almost all in the San Francisco Bay Area. Somehow though, I find myself feeling really guilty for living so far away- she always admonished me for moving ALL THE WAY to New York, and here I am now, ALL THE WAY in Japan. In fact, it was especially after talking to her last week that I immediately felt homesick. I am really grateful that I was able to talk to her during the Chinese New Years holidays.
I am now scrambling around looking for last-minute tickets to California and tracking down my passport (I had to send it off to get a Chinese visa for my upcoming trip to Hong Kong and Beijing). There was a slight discrepancy regarding the bereavement leave at school but things have been ironed out now. Fortuantely, it works out that I won't have classes for the next several weeks due to spring break and graduation.
It will be nice to be with my family during this tough time but who knows, reverse-culture shock may hit me hard.
"A Poh"... rest in peace.....