Time passed by...To the memory of my Grandmother
I stumbled into this article. It reminded me of my maternal grandma. I never got to know her well. I spent most of my childhood with her. She loved me dearly. I kind of understood what was missing in her life. But she never told me what that was. One thing I definitely knew that she was not happy that my grandpa, her husband died too young. He was in early 30. He left my grandma and their 5 young girls to deal with this very choatic world. My youngest aunt was not born at that time. My grandpa died of phumonia.
My grandma was a very pioneer modern woman in China. She would be 95 if she was still alive. She was born to a very wealthy family who were in tune of new capitalism in the early 1900. She had normal feet. She went to school. But she never re married about my grandpa died. She still carried the old traditional burden for old Chinese women. I loved her. I would do everything I could possible do to take care of her. She sent me off to America when I first time left. I guessed both of us knew that this was be the last chance for us to say goodby. And that turned out to be true.
My tears silently dripped out while I was reading the letters from my mom. She actually held the news about a month. I could not forgive myself not being able to see her and say goodby to her in her bed. My mom told me that she kept talking about me and my cousin who was in England at that time.
Life is a mytry. Love can not guaranttee people who were in love together. I pray that she would find the peace she asked for while she was alive in this world. I know she will always look after me wherever I go. I know she will always in my heart.
My grandma was a very pioneer modern woman in China. She would be 95 if she was still alive. She was born to a very wealthy family who were in tune of new capitalism in the early 1900. She had normal feet. She went to school. But she never re married about my grandpa died. She still carried the old traditional burden for old Chinese women. I loved her. I would do everything I could possible do to take care of her. She sent me off to America when I first time left. I guessed both of us knew that this was be the last chance for us to say goodby. And that turned out to be true.
My tears silently dripped out while I was reading the letters from my mom. She actually held the news about a month. I could not forgive myself not being able to see her and say goodby to her in her bed. My mom told me that she kept talking about me and my cousin who was in England at that time.
Life is a mytry. Love can not guaranttee people who were in love together. I pray that she would find the peace she asked for while she was alive in this world. I know she will always look after me wherever I go. I know she will always in my heart.
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