IMG_20140501_101343_CleanFive years ago, today. It’s been five years already and I still can’t help but feel a little empty. Sad. I can’t help but remember how my first and last word to her that day was “No” when she asked if I wanted wontons for breakfast. I loved wontons. I used to eat 20 in one sitting and now the thought of wontons remind me of her. How I said “No”. How five minutes after that “No”, I heard the loud thump; A moment so vivid that I can’t seem to ever forget. Not even five years later.

I miss her fried rice. I miss how she repeats the alphabet and spells the days of the week and the months in a year over and over again. I miss how she always gives me super girly hair ties or shares candy from her pockets as if I was always five years old. I miss her.

I have God to thank that my brother was there with me that day in the house; To not have to go through that moment alone. My life changed so much ever since that day and I’m so happy to have had him with me. This is our little yearly tradition. I don’t know if anyone else is as close to their grandparents as we were to our grandma, but if you are… and if they’re still around, give them a hug and tell them you love them. The feels are worth it.

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