12/25/2025
On this Christmas Day, I lie awake with a heart heavy beyond words.
Each sentence feels like a fracture, each memory a quiet ache,
as I try to write a goodbye I was never ready for.
You were a tough grandma—
strong in ways I am still learning to understand.
You loved fiercely, honestly, without conditions.
You spoke your truth, yet never let us doubt
how deeply we were cherished.
No matter the distance—
Nevada or just next door—
your love never wavered, never softened, never faded.
It wrapped around me like something permanent,
something I thought I would always have.
When I looked at you, I saw strength and determination.
I saw hands that nurtured gardens and hearts alike.
I saw comfort in quiet moments—watching TV together,
sharing snails, laughing as you taught me
your secret way of eating them just right.
I hate that I speak of you in the past tense now.
Holidays will never feel the same,
but don’t worry, 嫲嫲—
we will take care of Grandpa, just like you always did.
I still have so much to learn from you,
and I know pieces of you live on in me.
I love you, 嫲嫲.
I will miss you—forever. ♡
