A Year Later
My sister sent me a text tonight, and let me know that it’s been a year to the day that grandma Phoebe passed away.
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Christmas Weekend in Indy, 2017 – Part 3: Cinnamon Rolls, Midnight Service at St. John’s
Attending this service is something all the relatives in town would do, accompanying my Grandma Phoebe. Since she passed, it wasn’t clear if we would be going again.
My dad decided he wanted to attend, and so the two of us decided to go by ourselves.
Phoebe Jung: In Memoriam
Saturday, a lot of the Jung family returned to Indianapolis to attend Grandma Phoebe’s funeral. We are all spread out across the US (and even as far as Shanghai), but came back together again to say our farewells at Crown Hill Cemetery.
Goodbye, Grandma Phoebe
I don’t know the exact moment she passed, but I feel very strongly it coincided with the arrival of my mom, my dad, Aunt Becky, Uncle Corky, and Auntie Dawn. In the room, we were intent on watching grandma’s slowed breathing. If she did not pass right when the family arrived, she passed soon after they gathered around her bedside.
Sleeping, Waiting
With our overnight stay, Stacey and I crashed for most of the day. I was out for a good while (sleeping until 2:30PM or so), though I don’t think Stacey slept all that much – catching a few catnaps during the day.
Overnight
On arriving in the afternoon, we checked in with everyone in grandma’s room – and decided we would return in the evening, and stay with her through the night. Since my dad and Aunt Vicky had already been spending a great deal of time with her, Stacey and I felt we could give them a chance to rest – and stay the night.
The Difficulty of Leaving
I had a very challenging time, leaving Indianapolis knowing that my grandma was in hospice. In going back to Chicago, it felt like a selfishness – me declaring to the world that my own activities and my own interests were more important. More important than staying.
Grandma Phoebe Update
Tuesday morning, we learned that Grandma’s heart rate had dropped a bit. When we arrived at her room, Jordan, my sister, and I met up with my mom and dad, Uncle Corky, Auntie Dawn, Auntie Vicky and Uncle Benny. It was good to talk with Uncle Benny in particular, as he is the one family member with a medical background.
Grandma Phoebe in the Hospital
I found out over the weekend that my Grandma Phoebe was in the hospital. On Saturday, the family was alerted by the nursing home that grandma had a slow heart-rate. She was then taken to St. Vincent’s hospital, and the next day she was examined by several staff (an emergency physician, as well as two cardiologists).
Christmas Day in Indianapolis, 2016
Jahnu opening up a pretty sweet Nerf bow/arrow set. You may also notice that he’s changed into another gift (a Griffindor Quiddich outfit, from Harry Potter).
Happy 105th Birthday, Grandma Phoebe
Another milestone, for my Grandma Phoebe – as family and friends gathered to celebrate her 105th birthday. Lots of dim sum, birthday cake, balloons, photos, and no small amount of face swapping on our mobile phones. A fun day catching up with cousins and nieces and nephews from all over (and technically all over the world).
Christmas Eve in Indianapolis
There is something quintessentially American about being Chinese-American, and ordering out for Chinese food on Christmas eve. Back when my parents used to have a restaurant, this happened all the time. But it still feels like the thing to do, especially around the holidays.
Happy 104th Birthday, Grandma Phoebe
On Friday evening, Liz and I arrived (a little late) and joined my family at my parents’ house. Several family members came back to celebrate my grandma’s 104th (that’s right, 104) birthday.
Jenny’s Family Visits Indianapolis Before Departing to China
Interestingly enough, though Jenny and I both call her grandma – Jenny uses the term “Po-Po” as Grandma Phoebe is her mother’s mother. But I refer to Grandma Phoebe as “Ma-Ma,” referencing her as my father’s mother. It’s nuanced, and the whole Chinese naming thing gets complicated at times.
Happy 103rd Birthday, Grandma Phoebe
A hundred and three years is a long time. I’m glad that, even though Grandma Phoebe’s memory seemed to come and go… when she remembered someone, be it an old friend or a family member… her face lit up, and she was all smiles. She absolutely beamed.