My mom called me this morning to inform me that after 93 years, my Dad's mom passed away late last night. I really don't know how to react because she lived in Korea her whole life and I only met her once, when I was in 4th grade. I don't remember a lot about her. One vivid memory I have was... she was trying to have a conversation with me, and I got tired of speaking Korean, so I decided to speak English back to her, and she had no idea what I was saying. In my little 4th grade head, I thought she would for some reason, and she kept on asking me...."What are you saying?" in Korean. My Dad stepped in and said something like..."Scott, you need to speak Korean to her, or else she doesn't understand you..."and then I was like..."hmm ok..." and because I was a little punk I just ran off without finishing the conversation.
I could tell that she loved me. She made breakfast for me everyday that I was there. She drew me a bath every night, and I remember her just smiling at me, for no reason at all. Although I didn't get to know her too well here on earth I look forward to catching up with her in heaven. Rest in Peace Grandma. I'm glad you're not in pain anymore and that you can be home with Grandpa.
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