22 January 2006

68

Is how many times a day I think about her.
Is how many times a second I wish she were still here.
Is how many warm memories I have every moment I think of her.
Is how many kisses I wish I could still give her.

Is how many wonderful years she had lived.

My grandmother was an amazing, strong, beautiful, unique woman who I wish you could have met.

Who I wish I could have met again when I came home.

Who I wish everyday that I could see again.

1 comment:

Adrianna said...

Wow! It's been ages since I've visited. I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother. It's always sad when our grandmothers leave us.

I'm glad to read that you two are settling in well in Ukraine. Is is how you imagined?

We're still waiting for our PO to "get back" to us about something or other. Expecting to had that much awaited invite before the end of the summer (maybe late February-ish). Some day.

cheers
adrianna