My grandmother died yesterday, and I'm having a really rough time with it. This was her third time battling cancer, and this time, it was just caught way too late. Over a year ago, she was given a grave prognosis. Over 3 months ago, she went into hospice care and was told she had just a few weeks left if that. So I've been ready for this. Everyone has. And in her upper 80's, it was her time to go. The facility she was at had superb palliative care, and apparently she went so peacefully that my dad, aunt, and my grandma's sister-in-law didn't even realize she'd stopped breathing while they took their eyes off her for a few minutes as they were discussing something. For the past 3 months my parents and aunt have been at her bedside pretty much daily, so she was surrounded by loved ones. All of this is very comforting to know, and at this point I think everyone is pretty happy and relieved that she had a very peaceful end.
My grandma's death kind of ended a chapter of tragedy after tragedy on my dad's side of the family. We've had 4 deaths within the past 2 years, where 2 involved members who were young. Since it wasn't a very large family to begin with, there are very few people actually left at this point. For the past 2 years, I've been watching all of this happen as though I was watching a movie. And that's what's bothering me so much. I've had 0 involvement. Out of 10 living relatives (aside from my siblings and my mom), my dad's lost his uncle, cousin, sister-in-law and mother in a very short span of time. And his father's been dead since he was 16. I have not talked to him about any of these. I really have not been there for him at all, because I don't know how. I have not shed a single tear in front of family members (no one has) because I feel this need to hold it together. So I'm very stoic when these topics remotely come up, to the point where I probably seem dismissive. I was not there during any of the critical times. I have not attended any funerals. Neither have my siblings. I think we all live with this guilt wondering, "well, what the hell were we doing?"
A lot of this has to do with the physical distance halfway around the globe, but a huge part has to do with this cultural divide that I don't know what to do with. Japanese families are generally emotionally constipated, and they have many many unspoken boundaries. It's hard to explain, but you just feel them. You don't overtly express your love/affection/emotions about each other to each other. Instead you express it with subtle things throughout daily life. I've wanted so badly to let my grandma know that I love her, even if I only see her a few hours every couple of years and wave to her once in a while on skype when my parents are there. But I couldn't figure out how to do that appropriately without making everyone feel super uncomfortable, including myself. My siblings and I have sent her some messages and pictures and stuff, but that's about it. My siblings and I all know we all care, but that's also kind of done in code. So in essence, we've done next to nothing. I feel tremendously guilty about that. I know I didn't go above and beyond for my grandma. That guilt I can deal with. But it really really hurts thinking if my grandmother wondered if her grandchildren just never cared about her. It's unbearable to wonder if she thought we'd abandoned her. And it's heart-wrenching to know that I have a handful of other relatives in the same boat. As much as I feel like I should do something to change that, I keep finding myself back at square one with no viable ideas. I honestly don't think anything will change. This is just how it is. And it sucks.