my grandma (well, one of them lmao) had a speech impediment. she was in a car crash that left her with brain damage, so she had problems with expressing what she wanted to express. she lived with my grandpa who lived a few miles away from our house, which was in the middle of nowhere (aka lodi). she died a few years back;
one day, my uncle told us that one time, when my siblings and i were younger, she went missing. the cops were called and everything. five whole hours of her missing, and the sun was starting to set. my uncle walked a long way out to the chicken coop and found her crying. my uncle sat down with her and asked what happened. apparently she walked miles from her house to ours because she missed us but couldnt tell my grandpa that she wanted to meet us.
it was hard communicating with my grandma, not only did she have a speaking problem but she also spoke a different language than me. id also have nightmares of her idk why lmao. so that ultimately made my relationship with her while she lived not that strong. but for some reason, despite our obstacles, she would always ask how i was doing. it made me a bit frustrated, why would she ask that if she couldnt even understand me? it was after her death that i realized that she only asked because she wanted to hear my voice, wanted my presence, and wanted me to know that she loved me.












