This post is dedicated to the memory of my Grandmother who just passed away last night.
I apologize for the bad news and any inconvenience to anyone who might be reading this, but I think after all my grandmother did in her life, that it is my duty to honor her memory.
I still remember that she raised me and took care of me the first 2 years of my life.
I still remember her cooking, the good stuff that I will never be able to have again.
I remember going to her house every Thursday or Friday for family dinner, and how much fun we all had.
I remember her being the voice of reason in any family argument.
I remember seeing her for the last time 9 years ago, right before I moved out.
I remember her voice when I called her at the hospital a week ago.
I remember the feeling I had when I couldn’t offer her any help for her battle with liver cancer 🙁 (Why her?)
And I remember hearing the bad news through Skype last night at 1AM and how shocked I was.
I tweeted about it and I thank every one who sent me their condolences. My real sadness comes from not being able to be next to my mother to comfort her or even be at the funeral (Overseas). But I am their in spirit.
My Grandmother will be missed dearly.
And I will always remember and love her.
Grandma: Rest in peace.