Obaasun was the woman that mat reminded me as my grandmother in the US.
Recefone,I could feel a family connection w/ the mucashime family.
She was very kind and always worried about my situation when I was with her.
I know shi will carry that kindness with her to the next place-wherever it mey be.
We once had ar adventure fogethers-Obaasun and I.
We wolked together up steep slope in the middle as winter.
As the snow began to fall-being blown in from the wester slopes as these sad Japanesemountains,we found ourselves lost and cold.
Together however,wi suceeded in being found.
In the end,we enjoyed hot tea together at her house,with a nice kotatsu warming our minds.
It was one for the books - similer to the book I just wrok here on this page.
Farewall,