Remembering Life

I’ve known this woman for over 20 years. I still remember the way she welcomed me with open arms when I first met her while dating Demo.

When Demo and I moved in together, she became a constant in my life. Holidays, birthdays, ordinary days—she was there. And when I became a mother, she didn’t just stand by; she stepped in. She was the only grandma my oldest knew from birth to about the age of three, showering him with a love so deep it became woven into the fabric of his childhood.

As time passed, life changed, and so did names. When Demo’s grandma moved back to Montreal, she became known as “Grandma with the White Hair.” That’s how so many of us knew her.

Grandma with the White Hair—stubborn, independent, and fierce. A woman of immeasurable strength, kindness, and love. She took such wonderful care of my son in those early years when we were just young parents trying to figure it all out. I’ll never forget the way she looked after him, the way she looked after us all.

A few years ago, life threw her a challenge—diabetes. At first, she resisted treatment, insisting she would let nature take its course. But then, something shifted. She chose to fight. Was it for her children? Her grandchildren? Her great-grandchildren? Whatever the reason, she embraced life, agreeing to dialysis, and because of that, we were gifted more time with her. We often joked that she’d outlive us all—her stubbornness was legendary.

And then, just days ago, everything changed. She was found unresponsive in her room. By the time she arrived at the hospital, the words no one ever wants to hear were spoken: brain dead. A few days later (on her 93rd birthday and the birth of her 4th grandchild), she left this world.

It’s hard to put into words what it feels like to lose someone who has been such an integral part of your life. The grief comes in waves, crashing over me when I least expect it. But even through the pain, I find comfort in the memories, in the love she gave so freely, and in the legacy she leaves behind.

She was more than just “Grandma with the White Hair.” She was a force, a light, a heartbeat in our family. And she will be missed beyond words.

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