Thank God for memories. I met up with an old family friend from Houston today to have dinner. She's 2 generations older than me and a grandmother. And as I talked to her, I just couldn't shake the feeling that I should have been having the same conversation with my own grandmother. To tell her how I was doing in a foreign country, how my faith has made all the difference in my life, how I miss my family, and her in particular... Things that she would pray for me for - early in the morning like she always used to do.
But what remains are memories of her. And thank God I can still treasure those.
who went to visit al?? i miss a-ma so so much. i dream about her quite often... i wonder what it means??
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