I did not have the good fortune of knowing my maternal grandmother as she transitioned when I was just four years old, so it was always significant that i could have a relationship with my paternal grandmother Mummy Hyaincth.
Growing up she was the one who satiated my appetite for crab and rice, bonefish and guava duff, but more importantly her constant presence taught me important lessons about family; the way that families should stick together and take care of each other. Mummy Hyacinth was a true matriarch: a symbol of strength and independence.
She was not affectionate in the stereotypical sense, but she showed up when you called and was there when you needed her. Together with Daddy Wenzel, they taught me important lessons about saving, financial planning, responsibility, entrepreneurship, hard work and living life to the fullest.
They built a strong family but they also lived fully for themselves. Now that peace has found Mummy Hyacinth, I celebrate her reunion with Daddy Wenzel and look to the example of who they are, a model for others to follow.
As ancestors I know their light will continue to shine, guiding us in subtle but profound ways. For though they may be physically gone, they live on in our bloodline and through our memories.
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