A few months have passed from the graceful and gentle passing of my paternal grandmother, Ema, and she is like a smiling flower that left in peace and contentment. For this, I have my thanks in God. These while, as several issues take place, I continued upon a journey of responsiblity and value appreciating activities, and times has been pretty eventful, though a thoughtful pause from moment to moment does recalls and rekindle the fervour and essence that my Ema has been to me. While she has left physically from this world, a part of her is in my heart, and a careful, satiated smile does radiate a calm and contented Brian that I understand is part of Ema. In this and for love, a part of Ema is always in me now.
Well, I have a heavenly fantasy, and that is the day I can be with my Ema and me, in the hotel morning buffet, eating our favourite banana muffin, apricot cream cake and my grandparents favourite blend of black forest cake. This is like a special occasion, of love and life. I do recall, in convincing grace, of the time when I am with my Ema, in a beautiful and casual cafe ambience, with our favourite black forest cake. That is very special, and I felt the beauty and magical moment much more now, than when we there, granted happy yet feeling a sense of normality. Just last year, I recall my Ema buying favoured bread by her goodness, for our family, and that shines a light of happiness over us, for she is a thoughtful, responsiblity and caring person. A person like her, will always be remindered for her gentle lovekindness, and the joy that exuberates from a soul like hers uplifts hearts and is a blessful torch for our family. She has seen four generations of our family, and this is her greatest blessing in this life, for such a loving and deserving family member lives a rose. All of us in her family heirloom, can vouch for her unwavering love for the family, and therefore, we wish her well and respect her always in our heart. To her I honour a poem that gives a euphemistic blessing that is fundamentally hers.
"Life is like a peony flower,
A flow that lit the niche of familarity,
A blessitude of mother nature's nutrition that springs aspiration,
For in grace, the sense of love's nourishment,
Does give blossom to the beautification that life,
in a rejuvenating circle, shines hope and peace,
To a blending and life inspiring motherly fragrance,
That holds the key of love in the flower that labours good fruits."
I love you, Ema.
Well, I have a heavenly fantasy, and that is the day I can be with my Ema and me, in the hotel morning buffet, eating our favourite banana muffin, apricot cream cake and my grandparents favourite blend of black forest cake. This is like a special occasion, of love and life. I do recall, in convincing grace, of the time when I am with my Ema, in a beautiful and casual cafe ambience, with our favourite black forest cake. That is very special, and I felt the beauty and magical moment much more now, than when we there, granted happy yet feeling a sense of normality. Just last year, I recall my Ema buying favoured bread by her goodness, for our family, and that shines a light of happiness over us, for she is a thoughtful, responsiblity and caring person. A person like her, will always be remindered for her gentle lovekindness, and the joy that exuberates from a soul like hers uplifts hearts and is a blessful torch for our family. She has seen four generations of our family, and this is her greatest blessing in this life, for such a loving and deserving family member lives a rose. All of us in her family heirloom, can vouch for her unwavering love for the family, and therefore, we wish her well and respect her always in our heart. To her I honour a poem that gives a euphemistic blessing that is fundamentally hers.
"Life is like a peony flower,
A flow that lit the niche of familarity,
A blessitude of mother nature's nutrition that springs aspiration,
For in grace, the sense of love's nourishment,
Does give blossom to the beautification that life,
in a rejuvenating circle, shines hope and peace,
To a blending and life inspiring motherly fragrance,
That holds the key of love in the flower that labours good fruits."
I love you, Ema.
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