My maternal grandmother’s birthday is today.
For her memorial service, I wrote a eulogy.
Through the fragile archiving of technology, I lost the Word file. All I had was the paper it was typed on, and I couldn’t locate it for years.
I found it today, in a photo album, while searching for a decent photograph of myself. In my pursuit of vanity, I found her, one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.
Here is what I wrote, and read with tears:
