The sad news that Thursday didn't quite hit me until I woke up the next Friday. It was an aching hollow feeling of sadness, unlike I've ever experienced so strongly. It's strange how someone you've met only once, can have such an impact, though there might be more to it than just the realization of loss. I regret I never had the chance to meet Her more than once and talk to Her, ask Her about Her Life, how Mom was like when she was young, what made Her proud, what made Her sad, hearing Her Wise Lessons Of Life, etc. Regretting what can't be undone has little point of course. So instead of lamenting the unchangeable, I will remember that summer with Her and Mom's stories about Her. I will cherish those memories. And to honor Her, I will dedicate the following piece to Her on this September 17th of 2013, the day she would have turned 83:
Mãezinha [In Memory Of Grandmother Fátima]
Revealed: September 17th 2013
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R.I.P. dear Grandmother Fátima, may You find the Peace You deserve so much in the Heavens above. We love You and we will miss You!