My grandma is my rock. She's one of the strongest ladies I know in my life. The things she went through before in her life, the way she thinks, conducts her life and lives her life are worthy to be written into a book and immortalized.
She was the one who took care of me when I was a little girl as my mum had to work. She cared for me and took me to kindergarten. I remember fondly the memories of walking through the muddy paths in the backlanes to get to the kindergarten and how she stopped at a neighbour's house to get tissue to wipe off the mud on my white school shoes before we reach the gates of the school :) Those were the days before they tarred the roads in the lanes behind her old house.
She was already in Australia when my Hubby and I flew to the States, so when I met up with her in Melbourne, she hugged me and teared. sigh... it tugs on my heartstrings to realize that she is caught up in years (but I want her around for many, many more years to come...).
I love you, Grandma.... you'll always, always have a special place in my heart and I can't wait to see you again when I go back!!
Wish you could come but you said the journey is too long... and yes, I do understand flying that long is uncomfortable for you... I will be back in a blink of an eye! Let's take lots and lots of pictures together again! :)
