My grandmother was a simple woman and she lived just as simply. When I was young, I stayed with her and she gave me the happiest days of my life. When I grew older and no longer lived with her, we started a goodbye routine which took place every single time I left her house. We would wave till we were out of each other's sight. This routine continued throughout the years, even when I became an adult. Even when grandma became weak, she would still make an effort to get to the gate with assistance to wave me. Then one day, she simply could not find the strength to do so and thigns happened so quickly thereafter.
From yesterday on, we no longer have to wave each other or say goodbye at all. She'll always see me from where she is, up above.
Till we meet again, grandma.
All my love,