Yesterday was the funeral of my grandmother.
She died peacefully in the hospital.
She was cremated in the same place where my grandfather was 2 years ago.
As we said goodbye to her for the last time, memories came flooding back.
I see her smiling, feeding the dogs, nodding on the couch...
I hear her chatting, calling the cat home, playing hymns on the piano...
She loved to talk, and she often spoke of my grandfather, and of the time she was a young girl. She was very patient with us moving in with all of our stuff, and tolerated our weird rules such as playing paper, rock, scissors to choose who could pick the sushi first.
I miss her very much, but the one good thing about the funeral was finding that quite a lot of people missed her too.
Goodbye Obachan, see you in Heaven.
