Colma is seriously the most depressing place in the Bay Area. Even sadder? Trying to find my Grandmother's grave on Mother's Day in a cemetery where every site looks the same. Luckily my mom found the program from the funeral, squished between AAA maps in the car. On it was my dad's crap handwriting which included notes like: left at the obelisk, right at the monument and near a pine tree. Needless to say we circled the whole place twice before parking and doing the traditional 3 kowtow.
She was great lady and I loved her for many reasons, but my top 3 reasons are below:
-She let me watch all the TV I wanted.
-Introduced me to the wonderful world of fried and salty foods.
-Did my math homework for me.
Also, she was never stingy with the red envelope come birthday time. But that just sounds superficial.
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