Remembering Ba Ngoai ...
My grandma was a woman of dignity and strength . She was kind, gentle and caring … radiant, classy …
I still hear her voice when I use to call her , that joyful soft tone that warmed my heart when she recognized me on the phone …
Even if an ocean separated us, the moments we shared were precious . Among all, I remember she loved cooking for me and my cousins . It was her own way to share her love. Every dish were made with care , tenderness and WE knew it wasn’t our best interest to say we weren’t hungry!
I also recall the summer she spent teaching me to read and write in Vietnamese. When I went back to FRANCE , my first letter in my native language wasn’t perfect but it was our victory. She was so proud and so was I …
We could have long deep talks about the family, life in Vietnam , In US , In France , our values, our roots … She was supportive during major parts of my life : graduating , weddings and birth of my kids. I'm so proud she could meet them ...
Through her words, I always felt her warmth and her efforts to stay close, not matter the distance between us. She was supportive always... cared for us, how I was with my mom , my brother … I can sense her legacy through the way our big family took good care of her …
Dear Ba Ngoai, I’m so proud of who you were . May you rest in peace now and look after us with love and pride.
Thuong Ngoai nhieu nhieu nhieu ...
Your grand daughter Vy
