What memories will I leave behind?
I won’t live forever. In the end I too will check out.
My children fear that. I continually remind them that we will always be in each other’s hearts and minds.
Both my grandmas are long gone. Yet memories of them still live within me.
I remember my maternal grandma making thousand-piece puzzles with my uncle back in the day.
Each time I construct puzzles with my daughter, it’s as if my grandma is right here, next to me. Her soft eyes gazing at me. Her milky skin brushing against mine.
She used to knit us sweaters, colourful ones, from cartoon templates with a label inscribed on the back, “made with love”.
I never really got into knitting. Yet, lately I’ve had such an itch to start learning. I think it will bring me closer to her.
Even though she was physically restricted and wheel chair bound, she insisted on travelling the world, attending many operas and symphonies and maintaining a large circle of friends.
She served her community by making sweaters to those in need and had weekly card playing gatherings.
My other grandma, my paternal one made great chicken soup. It was the first thing my grandfather would eat when he woke up at dawn. Even in the sweltering heat he would request it. Maybe its the reason he lived well into his nineties.
I was fortunate to inherit the chicken soup pot my grandma used.
Each time I make soup I am reminded of my grandma. Her light, flowy locks and floral dresses and how my grandfather was truly fond of her beauty.
She rarely left the house, unless it was for holidays, weddings or others festivities.
As a child I found the way she lived a home-bound lifestyle rather restrictive, primitive and too traditional for my liking.
Yet, as I dice the vegetables for the chicken soup, I realize that my grandma had many attributes that I wish to emulate.
She found deep joy in serving my grandfather. She did it happily, with such grace, and never complained about her role as a wife. She found enjoyment in the little things in life and there is much to learn from this.
My two grandmothers were different. Yet both have principles I wish to emulate.
I learned from them the act of giving selflessly, connecting with my loved ones and the greater community and being true to myself.
My children fear that. I continually remind them that we will always be in each other’s hearts and minds.
Both my grandmas are long gone. Yet memories of them still live within me.
I remember my maternal grandma making thousand-piece puzzles with my uncle back in the day.
Each time I construct puzzles with my daughter, it’s as if my grandma is right here, next to me. Her soft eyes gazing at me. Her milky skin brushing against mine.
She used to knit us sweaters, colourful ones, from cartoon templates with a label inscribed on the back, “made with love”.
I never really got into knitting. Yet, lately I’ve had such an itch to start learning. I think it will bring me closer to her.
Even though she was physically restricted and wheel chair bound, she insisted on travelling the world, attending many operas and symphonies and maintaining a large circle of friends.
She served her community by making sweaters to those in need and had weekly card playing gatherings.
My other grandma, my paternal one made great chicken soup. It was the first thing my grandfather would eat when he woke up at dawn. Even in the sweltering heat he would request it. Maybe its the reason he lived well into his nineties.
I was fortunate to inherit the chicken soup pot my grandma used.
Each time I make soup I am reminded of my grandma. Her light, flowy locks and floral dresses and how my grandfather was truly fond of her beauty.
She rarely left the house, unless it was for holidays, weddings or others festivities.
As a child I found the way she lived a home-bound lifestyle rather restrictive, primitive and too traditional for my liking.
Yet, as I dice the vegetables for the chicken soup, I realize that my grandma had many attributes that I wish to emulate.
She found deep joy in serving my grandfather. She did it happily, with such grace, and never complained about her role as a wife. She found enjoyment in the little things in life and there is much to learn from this.
My two grandmothers were different. Yet both have principles I wish to emulate.
I learned from them the act of giving selflessly, connecting with my loved ones and the greater community and being true to myself.
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