My grandma, Jane Yau, passed away a couple of weeks ago, and I attended her funeral this past weekend. It was tough at first seeing her laying there lifeless, because the last time I saw her was about 8 months ago, healthy and smiling. I had to walk away with eyes full of tears. I wondered how in the world I was going to deliver her eulogy.
I went up again though and just looked at her for a long time. She was peaceful, almost like she was sleeping, and I felt this calm cover over me. My heart beat slowed and the sadness left. That was the effect my grandma always had on me.
I'll miss you, grandma. I hope I can make you proud.