I am really afraid that I will forget all my memories with her as the time goes on. I hope I will never forget them.
Grandma has passed away for around a month now, and there is not a single day that goes by without me missing her. Her face, her smell, her body, everything about her. I regret not truly tasting her cooking and taking every week's visit to her house for granted. Thinking that all the food on the table just magically appeared and never once thanked her for all the effort that she puts in everytime to present that table of food to us.
She knows I like 梅菜扣肉, potato with sausage and tomato sauce and she will always cook it every single time. She always smiles at me and tells me to eat more. I will always tell her 很好吃 and she will always smile, feeling really happy and accomplished that her grandchildren likes what she cook. I will never have the chance to eat 炒米粉 every 初一 of Chinese New Year and give the oranges to her, wishing her 新年快乐，寿比南山。
Her time has passed but I know that she is happy because she has lived a long happy life. I know that she has no more regrets and she has lived her life fully. People might say her time is up, but I beg to differ. I feel that her time has only just started. A whole new adventure and experience for her to live again. I know that she is not lonely where ever she is now, because she has brought a piece of our love from each and every of us when she left.
I feel that she has never left because her memories are still with us and her super-woman attitude, never giving up and never succumbing to life. Till the end of her journey (or rather the new beginning of her journey), she continued to put up a brave fight and finally embarked on her new journey peacefully with no regrets.
She will always be the warrior in my heart.
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