eulogy

[wynden]

When my brother and I were little we would often get off the school bus at grandma and grandpa's. As the eldest, I was responsible for us both disembarking at the right stop. But at my tiny height back then, sitting in the massive, elevated school bus made me feel like I was in a rocket-ship watching the earth fly by, below. From way up there, all

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[alchemy_hisoka]

That's a beautiful story.

I don't have any memories quite like that of either my grandmothers. Though I spent much time with them from birth to age 8, after that it I only saw them during annual visits. Both have cooked meals for us, and I'm sure my maternal grandmother must have baked cookies for me after school while we were living together, but nothing that stands out in my recollection.

My strongest childhood memories of my paternal grandmother are probably her and the rest of the family playing cards together. My strongest childhood memory of my maternal grandmother is odd in that I don't know what about it has made it stay so vividly in my mind all these years. Like my maternal grandfather, I can't ever recall my grandmother raising her voice, but I strongly remember her pulling me aside after dinner one night and lecturing me on how I needed to be more reverent during meal prayers. It's unfortunate that's the memory that stayed with me as it doesn't have positive associations and I do find her a genuinely kind and loving person; I'm glad I've been able to make more, better ones with her as an adult.