A Tribute: To Grandma

My grandma was a strong woman, a smart woman, a beautiful woman. My grandma called me mangdenma. She truly loved me, she cared for me. I can imagine all she would’ve tought me if she was still here. I took a picture with her last June, and she was looking at me. I talked to her, after 5 years of not being able to. She looked at me, and talked to me with her eyes. I remember watching her a lot as a kid. I was so interested in her voice, the way she talked was so calm, and sincere. I remembered how she used this black marker lip stick like thing and would put it on her gray hair. I would ask, grandma why are you doing that? She would tell me she hates gray hair. I really admired that for some reason. She ate rice with ranch at times. So I did too. Those are the little memories I remember of her. I iust want to say I love her and I’m happy she’s not in pain anymore. She must’ve been so tired. I thanked God every day she lived, most especially during the last few days of her life. Not knowing that of course; and then I prayed that God would let her have peace. He did. I cannot imagine the pain she went through, and being able to recognize me but not at the same time. It hurt, but I’m sure it hurt her more.