Love People While They're Here.

My heart feels heavy tonight.

I’m struggling with how people can be so indifferent -- especially when it comes to someone who deserves tenderness and care. My grandmother, at 92, is being evicted from her home, and we have just two months to relocate her. She’s anxious about the change, and I can only imagine how unsettling it must feel to lose her independence and the little space that was hers.

Even with my limited resources, I want to make this transition as seamless and comfortable as possible for her. But what I can’t wrap my head around is this -- why doesn’t everyone else in the family feel the same urgency or responsibility?

Once again, it seems it has fallen on my mum to sort everything out.

My mum has cared for my grandmother her whole life. 

And finally, at 64, she decided -- for the first time -- to put herself first and chase her own happiness. That journey took her across the world to the UK. Everyone “seemed” happy for her. Yet now, it feels like the message is: come back and fix this because you have to.

But shouldn’t we all want the best for our grandmother?

Shouldn’t our conversations sound more like:

• “I’ll look for some home options and share them.”
• “I can take her to visit and see what she’s comfortable with.”
• “Let’s figure out contributions so it’s lighter for everyone.”
• “Tell me how I can help.”

Instead, what I hear is “Why me?” -- or worse, silence.

I. Just. Don’t. Get. It.

Everyone knows how to go to my grandmother when they need her -- when they want her prayers, or when she was there to watch their kids after school, during holidays, or when they needed a place to stay. But what about now, when she needs looking after?

Everyone says they care. But when care needs to be shown, they disappear into excuses or indifference.

What hurts most is knowing that if something were to happen to her, everyone would show up with tears and words of love. But right now, when she needs that love the most, they’re nowhere to be found. It makes me feel angry, disappointed, and deeply sad all at once.

I’m sure my Godpa in heaven would be feeling the same way -- he loved her deeply and would have done everything to ensure her comfort.

I wish people understood that love isn’t about grand gestures when it’s convenient. It’s about showing up when it’s hard. And right now, she deserves people who show up.

Even though this weighs on me, I know my grandmother feels the love of those of us who are working tirelessly to make this transition as smooth as possible. We’re doing it because she’s worth it. Because she’s family. Because she’s ours.

And maybe that’s what I need to hold on to -- that even if others fail to act, love still lives here, in what we do for her every day.

So I’ll keep praying -- for strength, for provision, and for the best solution for her. She deserves peace. And I pray that, somehow, we can give her that.