8.25.09

I told my grandmother over dinner tonight that seeing her happy makes me happy. With a bit of astonishment she let out a good Chinese wah and started grinning. I knew I had got her. "That type of sentiment has to come from your heart!" was my mom's response. I did mean every bit of it, though. I didn't realize how much losing the person you've been with for nearly 70 years could affect someone. It means everything to me that my grandmother be comforted in her grief.

What I think is beautiful is that I can now see how much my grandmother loved my grandfather (and from my post a couple of days ago, you would know how significant a statement this is). Love truly bears all things. You have to respect a woman who not only endured but was faithful. A valuable lesson learned from g-ma.