So last month I posted something about realizing that life is too short. I shouldn't hold grudges for long periods of time. I shouldn't think about the "what if's" and just do it! (sorry for stealing that from Nike).
Today is Veterans Day. My 比嘉 おじいさん (Grandpa Higa; my mom's dad) was part of the 442nd. When I was growing up, I would spend a lot of time with my Grandpa Higa. A lot of the time he would take me to his 442nd gatherings. I never really knew what it was. I just thought of them as my grandpa's friends.
It was only in intermediate school I found out who they really were. During our history classes there would be little sections about the Japanese-Americans fighting in WWII. That's when you hear about the 100th Battalion and the 442nd. I got curious and starting reading whatever books there were about the two. My grandpa had most of the books that I "borrowed." It's borrowing since we're family (I still have some of the books).
Anyway, I was 7th grade when my Grandpa Higa passed away. It was at a 442nd dinner when it all started. As my grandma and grandpa were about to leave to go home, my grandpa went into cardiac arrest (I think, that's the story my family tells me). Me, my mom and my dad were at home at the time. I don't know why I was home that night. It was a Friday night. Hmmm.
But anyway, my aunty calls to tell my mom that she NEEDS to get to the emergency room. So my mom says that I NEED to go with her. We rush to the emergency room. Doesn't take too long. We live 2 minutes away from the hospital. We get there and are put into the other waiting room of the emergency room. I didn't know this room existed. But here we all were, my mom, aunties and uncles sitting and are told that the reverend is coming. I suddenly go into panic mode, but they tell me that my grandpa is in a coma. Still, I'm crying. I think I'm crying the most out of anyone. I guess I'm the most emotional one in the family (how'd that happen).
It's getting close to midnight, my grandma says that I should go home since there's nothing I can do (How rude!; stole that one from Full House). Just because I'm in 7th grade. Well actually the rules say that visitors under 13 are not allowed (good thing I looked older than my age back then). My mom takes me home, even though I don't want to.
The next day, I am taken to my other grandparents' house. I want to go see my Grandpa Higa! But, can't fight my parents, especially my mom. I have to stay the rest of the weekend upcountry. I don't mind, usually. I really like spending time with them. Just that weekend was not the weekend I wanted to be visiting. At least my mom is keeping me and my brother in the loop about things. The doctor says that my grandpa's fever has gone down and my grandpa has responded once but hasn't come out of the coma.
Sunday comes. It's dinner time, well dinner time at Grandpa and Grandma Nikaido's (5:30 P.M.). That's when my mom calls and tells my dad that we all need to get to the hospital. I don't know what to think. It could be good news (he's up and okay) or it could be bad news (his fever has gone up and he's non-responsive). We all head down to the hospital. Worst 30 minutes of my life!
I know I'm not supposed to be up in the regular visiting area, but no one stopped me. When I see my Grandma Higa, I know what news it is. My grandpa is dead. I can see it in her face. She doesn't even have to tell me, but she does. I'm just hysterical. I don't know how long I was crying and holding my grandma in the hallway. I make my way to his room. I really don't want to see it, but I am forced into the room by my grandma. She tells me to say good bye to grandpa. I just shake my head and start to cry again (OMG I'm tearing up just thinking about it). I never said good bye. Even when the morgue came to take him away, I couldn't, I couldn't even watch them roll him away.
Now that it's almost 15 years since that day, I still haven't let my grandpa go. I haven't said a good bye. Not even at the funeral or any one of the services we've had since then. I don't think I could ever let go. I know I'm in denial. I have had vivid dreams where he would pick me up from Japanese school (this was when I was 8th grade). I have had dreams where I would be at my grandparents' house and he was there in his chair.
Since life is too short, shouldn't I move on? I don't want to, not with my grandpa. I think a lot of it was anger since I was only 12 years old. Now, I don't know what it is. I guess it's just the bond you have with a relative. I cannot let go. I think if I let go, I will forget. I think that's why I have been avoiding visiting his grave-site. Today was the first time in a LONG time I went to visit. I even got lost looking for it.
Since I was there, I went to visit my great-grandparents. I even got lost looking for them. That's how long I haven't been there. But I noticed that no one has been to visit either. Everything is overgrown. Before my grandma would go almost everyday to keep the gravestones nicely kept.
This is how I got my Japanese name, my grandma's mom. Now I kinda want to do a family tree. I don't know much about the Higa side of the family, or the Ouchi side. When I find the time, maybe I'll work with someone in the family.