On Friday April 1st I woke up to a text from my older cousin Ginger. While still not completely awake, I read her text and felt an overwhelming need to cry. She announced that my grandfather had passed away the night before.
My gpa Vaha moved to Tonga about 7 years ago after living here in the bay for over 20 years. While he wasn't physically here, we all knew that he was "back home" and during times when cousins would visit Tonga they would come back with hilarious stories about gpa.
I wished so bad that I could go back and attend his funeral but because of the annoying condition I'm dealing with (and the lack of money that comes with being put on disability!) it just wasn't possible for me to go. In a strange way I'm glad that my last memory of him is when he was still alive and well. Luckily, Rich got to fly to Tonga and attend the services for my gpa. I can't wait until everyone comes home from Tonga so that we can hear all about it. If I know my aunties like I think I do, I'm sure his funeral was beautiful.
Rest in Peach Gpa. Til we meet again.
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