“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”
– Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, On Death and Dying
The world lost its most beautiful person when my grandmother passed away late Monday night.
Her story is a remarkable one that ended much too suddenly and too soon. It’s a story that needs to be told, but one I’m not yet ready to share.
I’m now on my way back to Inner Mongolia, China, where I was just three months ago under very different circumstances, and won’t be posting until I return next week.
Thanks in advance for your thoughts and prayers.
奶奶, I miss you and I love you don’t even begin to cover it.