I can hardly remember you.
It happened a long time ago when I was a kid.
Those few memories still linger in my mind until now.
Sometimes I feel that I miss you.
Sometimes I feel I want to see your face,
your beautiful grey eyes,
your white and wrinkle skin,
your white hair had special smell.
I don't remember the smell,
but it was different....
I like when you smiled...
Grandma...I miss you...
I still remember I was crying when they burried you.
Unlike me, the other kids didn't cry.
I didn't know why they didn't cry.
I told God that you were a good grandma.
And I'm sure you stand close to Him now..
I told God that I miss you.
Have you received my message from Him?