There is often one person in our life with whom we deeply connect, who emotionally understands us and who sees the world like we do. That person was my maternal grandmother.
She was a good person with a kind heart, but like me, was often misunderstood. She was quiet and unassuming and didn’t take anyone or anything for granted.
She didn’t show her emotions to everyone, but when in the right company she seemed to open up. Generally, she didn’t talk much about herself and I knew not to ask her questions, but she did like to talk to the people she cared about.
She was the kind of person you wanted to be around and I loved spending time in her company. She was a person you didn’t want to be without.
Her apartment was peaceful. It was a place that didn’t feel like a permanent challenge. It became my sanctuary. She was my grandmother.