When I went to the Philippines in 2003, I knew that it was probably going to be the last time I would be able to see my grandmother there. Nanay was getting up there in years and since my travels there are far and few between, I made myself consider it my last visit with her.
For the first time in my life, I walked in from the front door, down the steps into the living room and and stood over her as she sat in her couch looking up at me. I bent down and took her hand and pressed it to my forehead. She has always had to step inside my world for me. I am grateful that I had the presence of mind to step into hers, finally, for the last time.