When I was young, I didn’t know what love meant. The farthest I could comprehend what love was—was that I loved my favorite toys. Growing up, when my parents were assiduously working at the store, my grandmother would take care of me and my sister. Those were the days...carefree with no worries and our only adversary being when she called us in to eat. I remember she used to buy us fried chicken for lunch. Odd as it was, I always enjoyed eating the skin, my sister the meat, and my grandmother ate the leftovers of ours that was left. She made sure we ate to our heart’s delight before eating herself. Humorous at the time, as she gnawed at the bones of our leftovers, I realize now that this effigy was far greater than a mere comedic sketch. I couldn't grasp this grand concept of love nor could I fathom the depth of it, but I realize now that...yes, that in fact was love.
In my younger years I wasn't a very good kid, more of a troublemaker than anything. I was that kid--a rebel without a cause, if you will. I'm pretty certain I was embarrassing, and if you know Asian culture at all--I pretty much shame-faced my entire family but my grandmother pretended not to see these things. I know I must have tested her patience to an oblivion but yet she continued to forgive and love regardless. Brushing our hair, getting us ready for church, feeding us food, cleaning up after us--that's how I grew to understand what love was at such a young age...and this selfless, unconditional love is what she taught us.
Though my grandmother is small in height, she is the strongest woman I know. She persevered with such strength this past year than I could ever know. But she struggled alot this past year, through ups and downs she still held on and didn't throw in the towel. Even to her very last week as nurses were probing and poking, she never backed down. Her faith was bigger than any mountain. My grandmother was a devout Christian. She religiously prayed night and day, even when we were in the car she prayed with a faithful heart. My grandmother’s strong faith has been passed onto me. Although we will miss her, I have faith that she is laughing and rejoicing in heaven. A sister of 7, a mother of 4, and a grandmother of 10--she will be remembered.
Phil 1:21
In my younger years I wasn't a very good kid, more of a troublemaker than anything. I was that kid--a rebel without a cause, if you will. I'm pretty certain I was embarrassing, and if you know Asian culture at all--I pretty much shame-faced my entire family but my grandmother pretended not to see these things. I know I must have tested her patience to an oblivion but yet she continued to forgive and love regardless. Brushing our hair, getting us ready for church, feeding us food, cleaning up after us--that's how I grew to understand what love was at such a young age...and this selfless, unconditional love is what she taught us.
Though my grandmother is small in height, she is the strongest woman I know. She persevered with such strength this past year than I could ever know. But she struggled alot this past year, through ups and downs she still held on and didn't throw in the towel. Even to her very last week as nurses were probing and poking, she never backed down. Her faith was bigger than any mountain. My grandmother was a devout Christian. She religiously prayed night and day, even when we were in the car she prayed with a faithful heart. My grandmother’s strong faith has been passed onto me. Although we will miss her, I have faith that she is laughing and rejoicing in heaven. A sister of 7, a mother of 4, and a grandmother of 10--she will be remembered.
Phil 1:21
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