I have heard about things happening to other people.
Bad things. Always to other people.
Never in my life did I think I would say, "My Nonna (grandma) was killed in a car accident caused by a drunk driver," and have it be a true statement for me.I had just moved back to New York to be closer to my family. There was a family gathering for a birthday. I hadn't seen a lot of my extended family in months and it was nice to be reunited.
As I was surrounded by family and food and wine and love;
"This is why I moved home", I thought.
Nonna was quiet that day. Toward the end of the night I started feeling anxious; I was starting my new job in New York City the next day. Everyone was busy socializing at the party so I sat next to Nonna and hugged her for a really long time. It helped, I felt calmer.
As the party was wrapping up, I said goodbye to Nonna, my aunts, uncles, and cousins.
That's the last time I saw her.
My cousin and I received a phone call later that night. My aunt and uncle badly injured.
My Nonna-gone.
A drunk driver had crossed the median and hit them head on.
The rest is a blur. Shock, disbelief, pain, grief.
After processing for a couple of months, talking about it, meditating and praying, I knew it was her time to go. I knew that it happened for a reason.
Though it is painful for us family still here, she is SOARING.
She is peace
She is joy
She is light
With all of this said, I urge you:
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