This I believe… that losing a loved one only makes us stronger. Love can’t be described through words, nor definition; it carries a meaning that is unique to all. For some, it brings happiness, delight, and warmth, while for others it brings grievances, sadness, and memories of the ones that have passed on. My situation is not so different, yet quite unique in the fact that the love I felt was for my grandma’s origami. The kindest, sweetest, and loving grandma that I could ever have come with my family and me to the states. At the time 5-year-old I had parents that worked throughout the day and were never home, so my grandma took care of me in their place. My grandma and I were like the dynamic duo. We did everything together; play, sleep, and joke around.
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On hours on end, together we made birds, animals, flowers, and etc. Funny thing, I always followed the directions and tried my best to fold the pretty little paper with my tiny hands, but my origami creation always came out weird. On the other hand, my grandma had the prettiest origami between the both of us. Then there was one particular day, where my life changed when it seemed for the worse, but looking back at it now, I can see important growth and strength I received that moment. My grandma and I were at a park in Korea walking hand in hand then my grandma goes “Hannah, I want you to grow up into a beautiful and strong girl that I will surely be proud of. I love you very much, Hannah.” Next, she gave me a huge pack of origami paper, with little cranes that she made over the years. After that, my grandma went to the hospital and I didn’t see her again until the day of her funeral, which was a week after admittance. My mom and my relatives all sat around the grave crying in silence. It frightened me to see my mom and my relatives cry so much and the fact I was never going to see grandma ever
On hours on end, together we made birds, animals, flowers, and etc. Funny thing, I always followed the directions and tried my best to fold the pretty little paper with my tiny hands, but my origami creation always came out weird. On the other hand, my grandma had the prettiest origami between the both of us. Then there was one particular day, where my life changed when it seemed for the worse, but looking back at it now, I can see important growth and strength I received that moment. My grandma and I were at a park in Korea walking hand in hand then my grandma goes “Hannah, I want you to grow up into a beautiful and strong girl that I will surely be proud of. I love you very much, Hannah.” Next, she gave me a huge pack of origami paper, with little cranes that she made over the years. After that, my grandma went to the hospital and I didn’t see her again until the day of her funeral, which was a week after admittance. My mom and my relatives all sat around the grave crying in silence. It frightened me to see my mom and my relatives cry so much and the fact I was never going to see grandma ever