Yesterday would be my grandmother's birthday. She had a long life, a good one I think, yet very tough at times.
I remember sitting in the kitchen, near the round table she got from her grandmother, when she was telling stories from her youth.
She was an inspiration for me to keep fighting with the hardships.
When her husband, and my grandfather died early, leaving her with 7 children (one newborn), she managed to raise them. It must have been really hard. I used to think about that when I was thinking about giving up.
There's her blood in me, and she was amazing - that makes me a bit amazing too.
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For few years I've been writing down and even recording her stories, when I visited her. After her death I didn't have strength to listen to the recordings...
It's still hard to believe that she's gone.
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