A truly beautiful and touching story that perfectly captures the deep love shared between a granddaughter and her grandmother. It’s incredibly heartwarming and brought a smile to my face. Thank you so much for sharing this special moment with us, Maryan. 💕
My Gram was a huge part of my life. My parents were troubled people, and I had five siblings, so Gram was my anchor to the Universe and allowed me to feel like I mattered. Thanks for reading and for appreciating!
That comes across so well in your story. Similarly my dad died when I was 3 and I lived with my grandparents for six years so they raised through the most critical years of my life and became the most important people in my life.
What a beautiful, moving essay about your grandmother and your relationship with her. She was a lovely and relatable role model. I especially appreciated this statement, “calm works better.” Gracias, Maryan.
Beautiful snapshot. My grandmothers were very different from each other in my memories. One was acerbic and dry, probably from the hard transition when she had to escape from China in WWII. The other was warm and a little goofy, sitting in the center of the room ready with a quart of ice cream and a huge spoon as brother and I ran circles around her. She endured Japanese occupation of the island...
They both had their impact on me, and I'm lucky to have met them both before they passed. Your story reminds me that our identities are not isolated islands, but archipelagos connected by weather patterns.
What a lovely little character sketch this is, "violet scent, soft voice, slow deliberate steps, busy hands, nurturing her family" - also love your ownership of the significance of your "dust". You rock Maryan. : )
A truly beautiful and touching story that perfectly captures the deep love shared between a granddaughter and her grandmother. It’s incredibly heartwarming and brought a smile to my face. Thank you so much for sharing this special moment with us, Maryan. 💕
My Gram was a huge part of my life. My parents were troubled people, and I had five siblings, so Gram was my anchor to the Universe and allowed me to feel like I mattered. Thanks for reading and for appreciating!
That comes across so well in your story. Similarly my dad died when I was 3 and I lived with my grandparents for six years so they raised through the most critical years of my life and became the most important people in my life.
Grandmas are so, so important. I am one now—-15 grandkids and I try to be to them what she was to me. Glad your granparents were there for you.
Wow that’s so wonderful to have so many grandchildren to spoil 😊
What a beautiful, moving essay about your grandmother and your relationship with her. She was a lovely and relatable role model. I especially appreciated this statement, “calm works better.” Gracias, Maryan.
Beautiful snapshot. My grandmothers were very different from each other in my memories. One was acerbic and dry, probably from the hard transition when she had to escape from China in WWII. The other was warm and a little goofy, sitting in the center of the room ready with a quart of ice cream and a huge spoon as brother and I ran circles around her. She endured Japanese occupation of the island...
They both had their impact on me, and I'm lucky to have met them both before they passed. Your story reminds me that our identities are not isolated islands, but archipelagos connected by weather patterns.
Lovely tribute, Maryan.
What a lovely little character sketch this is, "violet scent, soft voice, slow deliberate steps, busy hands, nurturing her family" - also love your ownership of the significance of your "dust". You rock Maryan. : )
Thank you, kind sir
the need never changes, just the packaging...wow I love that distillation! and Yay Grandma.