Years ago, as Mother’s Day was approaching,
I was thinking about my Grandmother . . . my mother’s mother.
I never met her. She passed away when my mom was just 16 years old.
I have always dreamed about how it would be like, to have spent time with her,
to have her tell me stories of my mom, when she was a young girl.
So I sat down one day and wrote her a letter.
A Mother’s Day letter, a tribute to my mom.
