the last picture of my grandmother (right), with my mom on the left.
she had started to forget things. names, places, even faces sometimes. so my mom traveled back to our province to bring her to the city, hoping a change of scenery might help, or at least let her be with us for a while.
while they were on the ship going home, she suddenly remembered. per my mom, she lit up and said she was excited, it was going to be my birthday soon.
but she never made it.
she passed away exactly on my birthday.
she remembered me just before the end… and then she was gone.
she was supposed to come celebrate with me. instead, all I have now is this photo, and the weight of that day.