My Grandma - Nanna Terez

Since I was young, nanna Terez was a very special person. Today, even though she has been resting in peace for several years I still feel the same way and even more. She was a humble, kind but most of all she was human. Her limp from World War 2 gave an impression of a weak bod but to know her and her story she was as strong as few could be. I miss her still today and talking /writing about her has this Karmatic feeling on me. I feel that I know no words great enough to describe her. However consolation lies in my much less humble self. It lies in pride, proud that I am of her blood, that I might have some of her beautiful genes running through my veins. For she was beautiful. Her beauty wasn't a perfect body but a calm soul, not a flawless face but honest eyes, a truthful smile and a kind voice of heavenly words. My eyes water when I remember her, not of sorrow but of this great feeling that surrounds me which I can't explain. What wouldn't I give to hear her call my name once more time?