Can Superheroes Die?
An ode to my grandma, who was a superhero.
An ode to my grandma, who was a superhero.
The 3 skills for incredible lives
I asked in the title if superheroes can die. The answer is no. They cannot because their legacy is so big that they never truly leave us. And the legacy of my grandma is showing everyone who knew her the three skills for leading incredible lives:
First superpower: Accept your life as it is.
Second superpower: Recognize everything good in your life and celebrate it with all your heart.
Third superpower: Recognize everything that is wrong and unjust in your life and fight against it with all your heart.
My grandma was a superhero. Her strength, her will to live, and her fight against injustice all came from her deep love and respect for everything that is good in this world. She had the ability to love so much.
She loved everything that is alive, everything that breaths and exists on the face of the Earth.
She could see the beauty and good even in the hardest of all moments, and she had a lot of those moments during her life.
I don’t know if I will ever be able to admire the world the same way she did, or fight evil the way she did, but every time I think I cannot, I will remember that I am my grandma’s granddaughter.
This was my grandma, the strongest woman who took the world imperfect as it is in her hands and kissed it with all her heart.
My grandma passed away recently.
In talking to a friend about her, I realized what saddens me the most about her passing.
I wish she wasn’t that much older than me. I wish we had more time. I wish we could’ve been friends of the same age perhaps…
Like so many other friends and acquaintances I had over the years. Some of which I maybe even spent more time with than my grandma.
Sometimes I feel like if I knew she was going to die, I would’ve spent all the time in the world with her. But I did know she was going to die someday. And yet I went on with my life, progressing in my career, traveling, meeting new people, just as it is expected from me, not giving too much thought to death. But now I wish all my life revolved around her. I wish we lived in the same country, in the same city, or together.
In fact, we did live together when I was 7. She came to live with us to help my mom with my newborn sister. We actually shared a bed at night. I used to move a lot when I was sleeping, and I would end up kicking her a lot. She always laughed about it.
Another funny story was when we all got chickenpox at school and my grandma had never had it before. My mom was worried that it could be dangerous for older people. My grandma ended up getting the chickenpox from me, but she only got one single chickenpox on her belly! And that was it, no danger at all! We laughed at it. My grandma was super healthy.
Or one time she wanted to roast chestnuts and surprise me when I got back from school, but she forgot to give them those small cuts, and they started flying all over the kitchen! I arrived from school only to see my grandma collecting the exploding chestnuts while laughing super hard. I knew you have to cut chestnuts before roasting, but this was the first time I saw why…or why not to, in case you want to laugh at them.
