I believe there is always one person in our life that we connect with, who emotionally understands us and who sees the world our way. For me that person was my maternal grandmother.
She was a good person with a kind heart, and was misunderstood. She was quiet and unassuming and didn’t take anyone, or anything for granted.
She didn’t always show her emotions, but there were circumstances when in the right company she would talk about things. She didn’t talk about herself and I knew not to ask questions about her, but she did like to talk to those she cared about.
Whenever I was with her we would have conversations. She was the kind of person that you wanted to be around and in her company. She was a person you didn’t want to be without. I loved spending time with her.
Her apartment was peaceful. It was a place that didn’t feel like a permanent challenge. It became my sanctuary. She was my grandma.