My mother's mother passed earlier today and I was trying to find a shot to commemorate her and I found it on my friend Wayne's photoblog. When I looked at his picture for today I saw an old tree, weathered and standing lonely but still reaching. You wonder what stories this tree could tell. Then I see the other trees growing off in the distance and the new growth all around.
Most of us never will know what it's like to live and raise children in a third world country where all you know is war and poverty. Most of us will never know what it's like to loose your soulmate at a very young age and be so loyal and faithful to that soul that you would never even consider replacing him/her. Most of us will never know what it's like to leave your home land to a country where you don't even speak the language.
I have very fond memories of my grandmother. When I was very young she lived with us for a while. She was great at Rubik's Cube and Uno, she had the most wonderful laugh and could whistle a whole lot better than my brother. I loved listening to her sing in Vietnamese even though I never understood what she was singing about.
I do remember so well playing the grandmother game. You know the one? Where when you didn't get what you wanted from your mom you'd go get it from Grandma? Oh yeah, where she could she would. And anytime I was in trouble (which was maybe twice) she would protect me and defend me. She and Mom would go full throttle in Vietnamese and I knew she was getting me off the hook.
I remember sleeping in late on Saturday mornings and hearing her and Mom telling stories from the kitchen and the only thing I could understand was my name and the belly laughs that followed. I'm really surprised I didn't get a complex from that now that I think about it.
App: shot of my laptop monitor then Cropulator and TiltShiftGen.
Chau thuong Bà Ngoại!