Bin-bon
I started crying to myself on the bus yesterday. I was thinking about my grandmother, and then it hit me as to why I hold her in such high regard. The way she has lived her life so far is a perfect model of how I try to live mine. She's given me a lot throughout my life, been there when others haven't, but I think her most important contribution might be the philosophical one. This past October, my grandmother went on a trip around Aruba in a windjammer. Her life is already so full and rich, but she's not jaded or afraid of new experiences.
So, while I was thinking about why my grandmother was so great, I started to think about how it would sound as a eulogy, which of course, made me cry. Every time I've visited home in the past year, I've made an extra effort to see her at least once and I think we've become even closer. I've really got to get as much grandma into my life while I still have time.
So, while I was thinking about why my grandmother was so great, I started to think about how it would sound as a eulogy, which of course, made me cry. Every time I've visited home in the past year, I've made an extra effort to see her at least once and I think we've become even closer. I've really got to get as much grandma into my life while I still have time.