During winter break of my sophomore year in college, my family and I celebrated our first Christmas in Bao Loc, Vietnam with our grandma, aunts, uncles, and cousins. It was one of my most memorable trips and one I would always hold close to me.
I'll never forget...
walking to mass with her daily at 5am...
feeding her farm animals and checking up on them with her...
having breakfast and chatting over her version of oeuf a la coque every morning.
Grandma, you will be missed.
This evening, I'll be on my way to Vietnam to accompany my mom for the next seven days. My only hope is to be half the rock my Grandma was for her nine children when my Grandfather passed.
If tears could build a stairway,
And memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to Heaven
And bring you home again.