I feel like it’s been a while since I featured something that made me cry. And let’s face it, that streak was never going to last long. That being said, this poem by Spencer Brownstein came at me like an arrow straight through the heart. My Grandma may have never taught me any Korean words, but we did have our own special phrases that were just for us. She introduced me to the Golden Girls, Jujubes, and the Young and the Restless. And she taught me more than I could ever express about what it means to be loving, generous, courageous, and brave. She too battled cancer, more times than any one person should ever have to, and she left us when I still had so many things to talk to her about. But she was 96, and it was her time to rest.
“To us, Grandma always means home.”
This poem was always going to make me cry, but it was a cathartic cry. Both of my grandmas may be gone now, but they will never stop feeling like home.
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