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外婆，我不會忘記你！

On January 17, it will have been 2 years since my grandmother went to the other side, passed away, kicked the bucket, reached the big adios, etc. I kid only because I know that she lived a very fulfilling life and I have come to terms with her death. Please, grandma, do not burn down my house like you did a month ago when the incense burst into flames at Pam's house after she joked about you being unfashionable (true story!). I joke sometimes to cheer myself up... like I wrote this poem after she died:

If I could talk to death
and I would like to too
I would say things like
"You suck!" and "Fuck you!"
(there's more to it, like stealing his identity, and prank phone calls, and TPing his house, but you get the story)

And then when I calmed down a bit, I wrote a poem called "My Date with Death." In the poem, I went on a date with death and we're enjoying a meal at the restaurant. Yes, I went on a date with death and everything he touched died, like the waiter, plants, etc.!

But seriously (but, am I ever serious?), I wrote more heartfelt poems as well. Here's an excerpt of one poem:

Although her spirit has passed, her memory remains.
She lives inside my heart, her blood flows through my veins.
Time is irrevocable, life on earth fleeting.
But with her in my heart, my heart will keep on beating.

I remember my cousin Chris reading his poem at her funeral and later my other cousin Phok was like, "Nice poem, but uh... did I hear your poem correctly? Did you actually describe an hour glass ticking?!" And Chris was like, "Yeah, I realized it after I said it outloud!"

外婆你真好，我的好外婆，誰也比不了！