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Thanks for sharing that special story with us, Kori.
Should have know Shoog would make a reference to a certain poster...
Kori,
Thanks for sharing with us what a wonderful person your grandmother was. You are blessed to have somone like her to be a part of your life. Today is a day to honour her life and I would like to make an "etoast".
To MeMe!
Thanks for sharing that special story with us, Kori.
Sounds like she was an exceedingly cool lady Kori. I'm glad you decided to take this day to celebrate her life and not feel sad that she's gone but grateful that you had her in your life.
That was a nice story. I've lost a friend, and been through a lot at 23 years old but one thing I haven't been through is a death of a close family member. I wonder if it'll change me, or what I will do.
That was sweet Kori. As someone who also had a grandmother who was a great influence in their life,
That was a really nice story, Kori. Almost brought me to a tear.
to embracing the day.
Kori-
Just yesterday I attended the funeral of a woman whom I lived with for three years- someone who provided me with a home and her friendship when I was in desparate need of it.
I say that so you know that I understand in a small way the blessing your grandma was to you and what she meant to you.
I have a deep compassion for your loss.
I pray that God's refreshes your mind with even more pleasant memories of your grandma and that He continues to strengthen your heart with His great comfort.
You are an exceptional woman and I am sure your grandma is very proud of you.
Mine too.... Good story by the way Kori.
I think the fact that you are writing this almost thirty years later (Guesstimate) says a lot more than anything you could write...
beautiful, yet sad story K.
thanks for sharing and God Bless your grandmother for being such a beautiful person and teaching you how to be the same...
That is a great tribute to your grandmother. Your stay with her in your life was short but we can see the connection you had with her. She had a great influence in your life. She would be proud of you.
I know I'm supposed to be on my self-imposed hiatus from posting in the Club, but I have to say that your story about your grandmother was wonderful, Kori. I know we had chatted a long time ago about the impact your grandmother had on your life, but your story really tied it all together. She was obviously an amazing lady.
Loss is so hard...no matter how long (or short) our time is with someone that wonderful, that impactful, we'd give anything for just another conversation...hug...trip to the pet store. I know I try my best to absorb every minute I have with the people I care about because you just never know how long they're going to be here to enjoy.
Thanks for sharing.
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again.
So that's where you get your wonderful-ness from Kori. Great story, great lady
Kori, I'm not going to attempt to match the eloquence of some of the previous thoughts. I agree with them and wish you added strength and continued success throughout the year.
So many of us can say we've forged friendships, relationships, marriages through this board and outside of it, and we can thank you for playing a part in that, and MeMe for helping mold you into the woman you are.
Thanks.
Kori, that was very touching. Makes me want to remember my grandmother.
I hope I am not ruining your thread, but please allow me to share something about my grandmother. I am a first generation Filipino-American, second child, but first child on both sides of my family to be born in the United States. My father came to the States in the early 1970s and brought my mother and my sister a year later. His mother, my grandmother, had him when she was older in age. Her husband, my grandfather, was killed by Chinese soldiers during World War II when my father was only 5 years old. That left my grandmother with five kids to tend to. She gave birth to triplets and lost all of them within one year of them being born. She also lived to see two of her other sons killed in their young age. She would be outlived by three of her children, including my dad.
The one time I was able to meet that I actually remember her was when I was 9 years old (I was 4 years old the other time but don't remember a thing about that trip), when my father and I traveled to the Philippines one summer so we could escort her back to Manila to get her cataract surgery for her eyes. She was already very old (80+), but she had never left her island in her entire life, barely left her own village. The day we were supposed to fly her back to Manila, I was hit by a windowless bus called a Jeepney, thrown 30 feet in the air, broke my arm, split my head open, and lost a massive amount of blood. They thought I was dead. The village where my father was from had no hospital, only a small third world clinic. They had to do some makeshift wrapping on my head and give my arm a splint and fly me to Manila in that condition. I was on a stretcher and my dad bought another ticket to bring along a "doctor" for the plane ride. My grandmother stayed behind. I took her seat on the plane. Her surgery had to wait for another time, if she lasted long enough. I still feel guilt.
Obviously, I recovered and my grandmother did end up getting cataract surgery, but she was pretty much senile by then. As a senior at the University of Michigan, I was set to graduate in the spring of 1997. Just like my older sister, for my graduation present my parents were set to give me a trip to the Philippines to learn more about my roots as a young adult. And, I would finally get to meet my grandmother a second time, this time as grown man. In November of 1996, my grandmother passed away. I never got to see her a second time. I didn't make a trip to the Philippines that summer. And, while I never had the relationship with her that many people have with their grandparents, I miss her. And, I thank her being part of my life even though she really never was physically.
Dear Miss Kori; What a heart wrenching story. It really did make me cry. How amazing in such a short time your MeMe impacted your life so positively. You can tell she is still with you, looking after you, and protecting you.
I too, am a MiMi. I only hope that I can leave such a profanely powerful legacy to my grandchildren.
Nice story, Kori. Meme is looking down proudly on you!
And how cool is it that you had a pet monkey!
Lovely story, Kori...
Aren't grandparents wonderful? My grandfather could build or fix anything...and I mean anything. He was a frustrated engineer...had to leave school to take care of his family. My grandmother ran her house with an iron fist enclosed in a velvet glove. If anyone did, she was the one who drilled it into me that I needed to write and speak English *correctly*...she had an excellent command of the English language and insisted we use it correctly around her. She also had time to play card games with me...and she'd kick my ass if I wasn't paying attention, even when I was little. One of her hobbies that combined those two (games and English) was doing crossword puzzles. Not just any crossword puzzles, though...*diagramless* crossword puzzles. Hey, I enjoy crossword puzzles too...but doing diagramless is just nuts.
I was 30 when they died...within 36 hours of each other. Both had been in failing health...my grandfather had adult-onset diabetes and as such had started having problems with his feet, and my grandmother had lost that wonderful mind through a series of mini-strokes over several years (think Altzheimer's for the symptoms). When I found out, I cried like a baby...but even so, I knew it was time for them to go.
To me being respectfull for your grandparents and appreciate their life experience is one of the most important things when talking about character of a person.
And acknoledge the fact they know about life more then you is priceless, because you take from their experience and add your own.
There are so many things I would like to ask my granparents now, but I can't. I was living with them all my life. With Grandfather 6 years with Grandmother 25.
And I had family tragedy and I know what it is to fight for life and realize you are helpfull, because sickness is much stronger and can destroy you as a human being with an awefull way...
The fact is that we all are going to die, we don't know when and how. But leaving on this world a piece a knowledge of your own and teach others your life experience and knowing he will be gald to learn from you ... I think there is not much more you want from life at the end of a road.
I meant the imagery and story telling. Nicely done.Yes, do take your daughter. Oh and it's not that well written - there are plenty of run-on sentences and some typos. But I wrote it straight from the heart and didn't feel like editing was the thing to do.
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