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Went to visit the columbarium of my great-grandmother yesterday, it was her death anniversary. Though I am not close to her as she is too old to communcate to me for as long as I could remember, still I thought that she’s part of my family, a person whom I look up to with respect. I still remembered when I would sit beside her, holding her hand, because she’s too weak to open her eyes, I would say “Great-grandma, it’s me… it’s me..” She would squeeze my fingers, and I know that she can see me in her mind, even though she lives in a world of never-ending darkness. As I looked down the hallway of the columbarium where all the ashes are placed, I spotted her picture and name. With my mother I knelt down beside it, placed my hands together and pray. I know she’s in peace, and I felt a great sense of tranquility. I managed a smile on my face, and I hope she is able to see it. I love you great-grandma.. always did and always will 
