Grandma had a traditional Hmong Funeral. This by far has been the hardest weekends of my life. Watching my mom cry and cry. Comforting my mom. Crying with my mom. My dad and siblings comforting my mom and each other. My mom was the only surviving daughter from my Grandma. They were each other's special gem. The words my mom would sing/chant to my Grandma. They will forever stick to me. The love that a mother and daughter has, nothing can replace it. Nothing.
Grandma was well loved. She gave birth to twelve children; which only five survived (into adulthood) and made it to America, my mother was one of them. Grandma was able to enjoy all of her Grandchildren as well as her Great Grandchildren. We all adored her so much. She was our super hero. She had a special relationship with each one of us. Someone that could never be replaced.
It was a warm winter afternoon as we finally laid you to rest. We love and miss you Grandma. We will see you again! xoxo