I took a $220 one way flight to San Jose about a month ago to visit my grandpa because my mom texted me that he didn't have much time left. Frantic, I bought a ticket and landed 5 hours later after begging the airline to let me on earlier fearing that I would miss him. But when I arrived my mom told me that he is eating again. But it wasn't a wasted trip. It was a trip to say good bye. I held his hand and told him that I loved him, wondering if he even recognize because of his Alzheimer's. I watched my mom affectionately rest her hand on his head. Every day for the past year she would visit him at the nursing home. She would wash his linens and help feed him. She would make friends with the staff to ensure that he was treated well.
But now that he passed, she is relived. Only burdened by the funeral that she planned months in advance with no siblings to help her. I'm currently on the bus to San Jose and I've written a simple eulogy. My dad told me that I would be saying a prayer and that I should prepare "something nice" to say about my grandpa in English while my mom did her in Vietnamese.
This is my eulogy:
My grandfather didn't need much to be happy.