Thoughts

Her hair was peppered with silver and grey streaks, they weren't the kinds you'd see in Hollywood a.k.a Meryl Streep (nobody has hair like celebrities let's get real) but they were silky and neatly bun-ed at the back of her head.

Her hands were covered in wrinkles, a sign of hard work - the sacrifices she'd made, the food she's prepared, the children she cared for. They represented the years she had given up to make life better for the people she loved.

Her face, stoic yet delicate. Her face was an irony. She had a strong face shape, they were hard around the edges but; the thing about her face was as soon as you kissed her, her flesh was smooth, soft and comforting.

Her body was compact. She might have been smaller than she was due to age, that's what growing old is about. You shrink, your beauty fades, you get sick, you become - well, for the lack of a better word - old.

That is the what the conventional growing old was about

But she had an air of gentleness, wisdom, kindness.

Her greying hair were her thoughts with loved ones who weren't supposed to pass before her. It was her showing that they never left her mind, and that they were always close to her heart. It was her saying "I never forget, I never stopped loving". It was her prayers for them, and to them.

Her labored hands were proof of her unfailing love. For those she still had, for those she generously accepted into the family. Her hands were the epitome of a mother's love, and it transcended to the other generations. It felt like you were touched by an angel when she held you. She gave freely, because her heart was so big.

Her face was for smiling only. It never once reflected a hint of sadness, anger or whatever negative feeling a human might experience. She spoke kind words and made you feel at ease. Her rules were never to punish but to mold. Her face was a joy to look at.

Her body was a sign of strength. She endured the toughest of times, but she never gave up. Not through the world war, and not through pesky kids. She was a fighter, a warrior, the strongest one I've seen thus far. It was her telling you that nothing will bring me down, nothing will stop me from protecting you, nothing will make me love you less.

Those that knew her loved her. Those that she loved were amazing people. It is truly a beautiful thing to see that one life has impacted so many, and it is the legacy she left behind. The stories of her are never-ending - "she was so cool", "she was a superwoman", "a pillar of strength", "amazing grandmother". And it is this that keeps her alive in us.

"Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality" – Emily Dickinson

Death is not goodbye, it's "See you soon" Atta.