Something about the way she . .

Something about the way she held me in her arms and kissed me on my forehead before I left for school.

Something about the way she cooked her traditional meals every holiday.

Her scent, touch and smile melted my soul each time I was in her presence .

The day she went away was the day apart of me died inside

Something about the way she stayed in my heart and mind , that something and everything about my grandma will always stay in my heart .