Last week I went back to my mom's hometown to attend my grandmother's funeral. I forgot how long was it ago since I last visited. So many things have changed, but so many still remained the same. I miss my childhood.
To my dearest grandma:
Although I hardly ever see her, she was always very dear to me. She was blind at some point of her life so she never saw me and my siblings. I know, it's really heartbreaking to even type this but I hope she's now in a happier place and be able to see all things beautiful.
May her soul rest in eternal peace.