The following is a blog post for COM0014 - Blog Post 6:
I don’t remember the last time I talked to my grandmother; I remember the last time I almost talked to her.
It was the winter after I turned 23. She was my last remaining grandparent, and despite two strokes, Type II Diabetes, and age, I took her existence for granted. I only spent a little time with her over the years when she came to cold Canada or we visited humid Hong Kong, but I had just booked a month-long trip to visit her in a couple of weeks.
It was a Sunday after dinner at my parents’ house and I’d already had my coat on, ready to leave. My dad said, “Wait, why don’t we all call your grandmother?” And I can pinpoint this very moment as being the worst decision I have made thus far in my life: I said no.
I figured I didn’t need to make chit chat with her; I’d see her for a whole month and would be able to talk about life over her favourite: Reese’s sticks (they were in Asia decades ago!). The truth is, I was exasperated at having to try and muddle through my broken Chinese without the aid of non-verbal cues. Plus, I was going to see her in TWO WEEKS.
But she died.
That Tuesday, on the OC Transpo bus on the way to meet a date for dinner, my father called and told me that his mother had passed away. I cried all the way to my date and I never got to talk to her again. I don’t remember the last time I talked to her.
This experience has taught me to take advantage of the time I have with people. I visit my parents regularly and try to facilitate my daughter seeing them as often as possible. And it taught me to savour Reese’s sticks.
What choices have you made that you regret?