Bà,
I miss you and I can’t stop crying.
Last year, when I came to visit you in Hawaii, you still recognized me. You talked to me, smiled at me, and sat up to see me. I remember leaving and telling myself that I would see you again soon.
This year, we already bought our tickets to come back in August. I was looking forward to seeing you again. I thought I had more time.
I never imagined that the visit last year would be the last time I would hear your voice, see your smile, and hold your hand.
My heart hurts knowing that when I arrive in Hawaii this year, you won’t be there waiting for us anymore.
When my parents were struggling, you opened your home to our family. You gave us a place to stay when we needed help. You never asked for anything in return. You simply loved us.
You always cared for others before yourself. No matter what was happening in your own life, you were always thinking about someone else.
I will never forget that you flew all the way from Hawaii to New York for my wedding. Out of all the people who could have stayed home, you came. Today, that memory means more to me than words can ever express.
I wish I could call you one more time.
I wish I could hug you one more time.
I wish I could tell you thank you one more time.
Thank you for loving our family.
Thank you for helping us when we had nowhere else to go.
Thank you for every sacrifice that nobody saw.
Thank you for every prayer you said for us.
I hope you knew how much we loved you.
The hardest part is knowing that I cannot see you again. I cannot tell you goodbye. I can only hold on to the memories and be grateful that God gave me one last visit with you.
Until we meet again, Bà.
Please watch over our family.
I love you.
Forever and always
Be Hon
