Today, someone passed away.
I feel cheated that I never had the opportunity, the privilege to know her when she was as young as she was today.
Growing up in Hong Kong, my grandparents lived a huge distance away in India, and she was the elder of our little community. She was someone who just got love, she never needed to ask, never needed to want it.
Her children, her grandchildren loved her ever so much, and if you had known her, you would have too. There was that infectious characteristic to her. You met her and you would always remember her.
As I grew up, she was family, she was our grandmother. People who are that special, are family, and you can never have too many grandmothers!
She was someone who whenever we met, I would feel like I was coming back with something, a new thought, a revived feeling of life. I guess that's just what she was, an ocean of life, you could be the saddest person in the world, but chatting with her would just reignite that spark of life in you and remind you that you have so much of it in you, that squandering it is a crime.
Sharing the gift of life does not diminish it, it simply overfills the vessel. I hope, I pray to god that I am able to have even half the life that she has when I last saw her.
With her passing, I mourn in a special way, a way I think she would have wanted us to remember her. With a smile on our faces, with fond memories in our minds and our bodies filled with life.
For that truly is the greatest legacy, to not only touch so many lives, but to be an integral part of them. Even though she has left her body, she has not left our hearts, our souls and she never will.
I truly feel sad today, I mourn for my fathers mother, a woman of amazing character and similarly filled with life, who passed before I could understand these things, and because this remarkable woman passed away without me getting a chance to talk to her one more time, to tell her just how much she really meant to me.
She was family.
I feel cheated that I never had the opportunity, the privilege to know her when she was as young as she was today.
Growing up in Hong Kong, my grandparents lived a huge distance away in India, and she was the elder of our little community. She was someone who just got love, she never needed to ask, never needed to want it.
Her children, her grandchildren loved her ever so much, and if you had known her, you would have too. There was that infectious characteristic to her. You met her and you would always remember her.
As I grew up, she was family, she was our grandmother. People who are that special, are family, and you can never have too many grandmothers!
She was someone who whenever we met, I would feel like I was coming back with something, a new thought, a revived feeling of life. I guess that's just what she was, an ocean of life, you could be the saddest person in the world, but chatting with her would just reignite that spark of life in you and remind you that you have so much of it in you, that squandering it is a crime.
Sharing the gift of life does not diminish it, it simply overfills the vessel. I hope, I pray to god that I am able to have even half the life that she has when I last saw her.
With her passing, I mourn in a special way, a way I think she would have wanted us to remember her. With a smile on our faces, with fond memories in our minds and our bodies filled with life.
For that truly is the greatest legacy, to not only touch so many lives, but to be an integral part of them. Even though she has left her body, she has not left our hearts, our souls and she never will.
I truly feel sad today, I mourn for my fathers mother, a woman of amazing character and similarly filled with life, who passed before I could understand these things, and because this remarkable woman passed away without me getting a chance to talk to her one more time, to tell her just how much she really meant to me.
She was family.