My grandmother is resting peacefully now. Loving me from afar as she always did; just a little further away, alongside my grandfather, and free from pain. She lived a long, hard, but beautiful life. She persevered. She survived war and poverty, conquered single motherhood, endured sending her son to another country, and the pain of old age. When we were a broken family, the love of this one strong woman always brought us home. And at the very end, all she wanted was to know that her son was a good father and her grandchildren were happy.
