She's rising to the sun

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My grandma died yesterday. It feels empty and cold. I wonder if she's good there. She must be better than here. I remembered her and how she used to be fond of me for speaking German. And how she looked out the window, how she walked barefoot through the yard and how she used to stay on the bench out in the sun looking far away, as if she would be travelling over the hills, over the rivers and mountains, over by the sea. I will always remember her very blue eyes that seemed so calm and so restless at the same time. I remember her hands with short nails and her button nose that made her a funny sweet figure. And how she hugged me short but strong, how she looked at me smiling and I was too small to understand. How I would sometimes find her far away in the garden and I would climb up trees to get fruit for dinner. I remember the pickles she made and she kept in the dungeon. And I remember the food, the mashed potatoes with fried onions, and the chicken soup with noodles, and the house-made ice-cream. And the cookies. And the bag full of dolls from the attic. And how she was cooking and I was looking at her fascinated, how we used to go take water out from the well. How she stood with my grandfather in the doorway and waved while we left.
Good bye dear grandma, have a wonderful universe trip! I love you.