I received news today that my maternal grandmother passed away in Vietnam two days ago, after being in a coma for like… four days. She was 87 years of age.
So goodbye, grandmother of whom I have only talked to once when I was eight (and I was far too inferior to realize the stories of her days she could have passed down to me). You will be missed. You will be guided when you walk the path to heavenly transcendence.
No one will come close to you when it comes to what you have seen; you were born at the conclusion of World War I, you were there when the Japanese bullied you in World War II, and you certainly took a heavy burden from the Vietcong during the Vietnam War… and now you’re here in the present era (or was) just settling down in the post-modern era. Then came your time.
I’m jealous of the life you’ve lived, you’ve obviously seen more than what I could possibly see and experience in my whole lifetime — and then some.
So rest in peace, grandma.
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Posted August 14, 2008