Thursday, February 28, 2019

Saying goodbye

How do you say goodbye to someone who you hardly feel you can remember? It's been a struggle this past week since my grandmother finally left us. The woman I'd known as Mom-mom had left us a long time earlier, to be replaced with a frail and confused old lady who struggled to place us. Mom-mom, or Grandma as she preferred, suffered with Alzheimer's for about 11 years. For a third of my life, she wasn't really herself. One of the most painful moments of my understanding this disease came two years ago, when we held our US wedding reception and Mom-mom couldn't be there. That was a harsh reminder of her reality. At times I found myself wishing for a merciful end, years before the time finally came. When a passing arrives that you've hoped for, when the person's departure hardly coincides with the moment you lost her, how do you patch together the words and feelings? There's a sense of relief and acceptance: for her and for all the wonderful family who's struggled through care-taking these last years. There's a terrible sadness that she's gone, a sadness that's been festering for years and can finally be released. And there's the horrible sense, surrounded by cousins telling stories of her that I'd never shared, that I should have better used the years we had. The most heart-wrenching part was Grandpa, that sweet old man, who's eyeing down his own final years, knowing that he'll be walking them alone from here on out. No one in the room could keep as a dry eye as he knelt beside Grandma's casket. I cannot imagine the strength it takes to say goodbye to the person with whom you raised 7 kids and shared over 60 years of married life. In times like these, I'm especially grateful for the amazing family that those two created. The band of cousins rallied together for a special-edition cousins campout, as we do, in honor of Grandma. At times like this, I am especially blessed to have such a big family to lean on.

We love you, Grandma. We always will.
Love you, Mom-mom.

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Vesting!

One year under my belt and I am now officially and irrevocably the owner of a little piece of the stealth-mode startup that's staked its claim on my heart and soul. After all the personal sacrifices we made to exercise early, knowing that at least part of those stock options are now officially ours, no take-backs, is certainly cause for celebration! I hadn't expected this much anticipated milestone to be such an emotional roller coaster. Leaving the office tonight, I finally breathed deeply and just let the tears roll. It's been such a ride, an honor and a privilege but also a terrifying, stress-inducing, push-you-to-your-limits sort of role. I thought I'd gotten past that stage of life when I was handed my diploma back in 2009 and beelined out of the capital of IHTFP. (Google it.) Alas, it seems the masochistic #startup lifestyle draws me in like a moth to a flame. Today, one of the major startup stressors—namely the one-year vesting cliff—melted away. So the timing of San Francisco's Beer Week coinciding with my big anniversary was fortuitous, to put it mildly.
One year on the job, and therefore now officially and irrevocably owners of a small slice of my startup!
Here's to another year of wild rides! And this one with monthly vesting and no more immigration battles! Santé !