Until We Meet Again

If I ever needed to find my Grandma, I knew my best bet was the kitchen.

My Grandma seemed to always be puttering in the kitchen. 

It is because of her inspiration that I chose to cook.

Oh, to one day have the skills she possessed in the kitchen!

Whether she was whipping up a delicious meal or cleaning, or organizing, nine times out of ten she was doing it in the kitchen.

I absolutely loved watching her as she effortlessly and seamlessly concocted her dishes. 

I also loved this time because we would talk. Not just mindless chatter, but she'd talk about real stuff. Things that she worried about, things that made her happy, she'd tell me about my cousins and my siblings and their accomplishments. It was in these moments I felt the most connected - not just to her but to my other cousins whom I didn't/don't see very often.

That's something I really admired about my Grandma. 

She loved her family.

If I had to describe my Grandmother with one word, it would be Peacemaker.

Time and time again I have watched my Grandma make sacrifices for her children and grandchildren.

She was a sounding board when someone needed to vent. The cornerstone of the family, and the anchor that kept everybody grounded.

A favorite place of all of my Grandparents was The Temple. Even when my Grandma was suffering, my mother would still come and take her to the temple. 

I'm reminded of a promise I made to my Grandparents, that I would make it to the Temple.

It's something I've forgotten over the years but this picture really struck a chord.

I intend to honor that promise and I'm sure she already knows I'm well on my way.

I love you Grandma and I can't wait to see you again.