English

Behind her understanding and beautiful eyes, a shadow of sadness could be seen. Maybe her soul was recalling nice moment when she was still young and was spending her time with grandpa. Now she's lonely.

The pain caused by the loss of her husband didn't stone her, but made her stronger - she knew she had to make his dream come true: to see her grandchildren great adults who know what they want to do in the future.
Grandma taught me that everything's possible, if you keep on fighting for what you want, never give up if you really want to accomplish something, and never be afraid to follow our destiny, with hope and optimism.

I can see granny's hands everyday washing, ironing and cooking. She seems tireless. I sometimes wonder where does she get all this power from?
Mayhe her source for this miraculous power sets inside her: in her soul - the joy to live for others, to share light, happiness and understanding. It's like a torch that guides her children and grandchildren through life. Without it, we might get lost.

Thank you granny for loving me so much. Please forgive me if I said or did stupid things.
I love you.

P.S.:When I wrote this and read it to my grandma, she started crying.


Românã

În ochii ei, dincolo de zâmbetul ei suav si binevoitor, trecea o umbrã de tristete. Poate cã sufletul ei depãna aminitiri dragi, când era tânãrã si împreunã cu bunicul. Acum este singurã.

Durerea despãrtirii de omul lângã care si-a petrecut multi ani ai vietii nu a împietrit-o, ci i-a dat un aer de resemnare triumfãtoare - stia cã trebuia sã împlineascã visul lui: sã-si vadã nepotii oameni adevãrati care sã stie ce vor de la ei si de la viatã.
De la bunica am învãtat cã totul e posibil, dacã stii sã lupti, sã fii perseverent, sã vrei sã-ti continui drumul fãrã teamã, cu sperantã si cu optimism.

Mã uit adesea cu drag la mâinile bunicii care nu au odihnã: spalã, calcã, pregãtesc mãncarea. Niciodatã nu pare obositã. Stau uneori si mã întreb de unde ia bunica atâta fortã?
Poate cã izvorul acestei puteri miraculoase se afla chiar in sufletul ei: bucuria de a exista pentru altii, de a le darui lumina si cãldurã celor din jur. Este ca o flacãrã ce lumineazã drumul copiilor si nepotilor ei. Fãrã ea, poate cã ne-am rãtãci.

Îti multumesc bunico pentru cã mã iubesti atât de mult. Iartã-mã dacã ti-am gresit.
Te iubesc mult.

P.S.: Când i-am citit asta bunicii, a început sã plângã.

~Rob
"Paint your own Life and Live in your own world."