2 months.
The last time she was home was July 27th.
My beautiful Grandma was in the hospital for 62 days.
40 of those days she was in a coma.
She didn't remember us standing by her bedside.
She didn't remember my Uncle flying in from Japan to be by her side.
She didn't remember lying there motionless, coughing up blood, her hands swollen and her eyes staring at the ceiling.
She didn't remember that she had a stroke.
She didn't know her kidneys failed.
She was surprised to find out that we were told she couldn't move the right side of her body.
Today, she walks, she talks, she eats sinigang and she smiles.
Today she can hold my hand.
Today I don't have to repeat a greeting 100 times, hoping that she would fight through the coma she was in and recognize my voice.
I will always remember.
I will never forget how much fear and pain we were all in.
I will always remember the first smile, and knowing that she remembered who I was.
I will never forget holding her lifeless hand as machines controlled her breathing and the beating of her heart.
I will never again wonder if there is a God.
God is there in her, God smiles at me through her everytime I see her.
Thank you so much to my family, my Grace, my friends and everyone who stood through this with my Lola and my family.
Your prayers, words of concern and kindness, thoughts and actions will never be forgotten.
Some old pics, one from 1982 and one from 2007.
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