Sad day...

It is as if the whole universe around me understands what it is like to say good bye to someone you love for a long while. Weather is gloomy, cold and the wind whistles so strong that I thought someone called my name.

My grandma passed away early this morning, 12 years after my grandpa. She had suffered a lot during her last days, so our family was prepared to let her go but I still feel pain. I wonder why it is that every time we are about to not see someone for a long time that we remember them the most.

I remember my grandma's skinny body, her loving smile and the way she told me how beautiful my name is when I asked her why she had chosen ' Thao' as my name. I remember the way she prepared meals for our family, the way she careful chose the ingredients in the market, the way she cooked my grandpa's favourite dishes and bought for us, my sister and I, our favourite desserts. I remember how she took care of my sister and I when were sick or when I was in the hospital. I remember how she told me that ' you are lucky to go to school, I couldn't go to school, education will make a man has respect for you' and then she patiently learnt how to read and write. I remember her courage to protect our home when grandpa was in prison. I remember her going to visit grandpa, always on time, always with the best foods in the house.

I cry and cry each time my mind brings back a memory of her to me but I will see her again, I hope to find my grandma's strength, courage and love in the next coming years of my life... until I will see her again.

Con thuong va mai mai nho ve ba.