Sometimes I see photos of myself and I remember people in China telling me I looked just like my grandma. I love the thought that her image lives in me, not just her physical appearance, but the way she modeled patience, love, care-- she is one remarkable and resilient lady. The influence she's had on my life is limited by our intermittent and mostly long distance relationship, but she sure did leave a mark. Grandma was too good for me, too good for all of us. She was an amazing grandma.
Sunday, March 19, 2017
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