My adopted grandma was a my inspiration. She lived to 103.5 years and led a simple life. She never learned to drive a car. When growing up, I would visit her on Sunday evenings. Our family would watch 60 minutes while eating passable take out chow mein. Grandma was known for baking cinnamon rolls and we would often have for dessert heated up with gobs of butter. What I remember most of her is her quiet and peaceful nature so visiting her was a special treat.
In all the years, I never heard her once complain. I once remember her suggesting to my mom to consider wearing a skirt instead of shorts and my mom protested, that it is hard to mow the lawn with a skirt. By the way, this conversation took place 40 years ago.
In the evenings, she would play the piano and she taught me how to sing Jesus Loves me when I was beginning to learn English. We sang How Great Thou Art. We sang Jesus Loves The Little Children.
When grandma passed, my mom said that I was so close to her, and asked me to give her eulogy at her memorial. I am very quiet by nature and in a moment of treasured silence, it came to me. I read this poem in her memory because I remembered that she had written it on a piece of paper and kept it in her pocket during her cancer treatments.
Being kind, gentle, sincere, soft-spoken, spiritual are gifts that are immeasurable 
