We lost our sweet grandma on 6.30.23 Rose Nguyen, had been battling cancer for nearly a year. She passed peacefully in her sleep where we hope she is greeted by Buddha. She leaves behind her only living daughter and granddaughter as well as her loving rescue dog Buddy. Rose immigrated with just my mother in the early 80s through a church sponsor group. Rose fled the Vietnam war losing all her children to the violence of war and has been widowed since. Rose loved public transportation, getting her hair permed, Bun Bo hue, and every living animal. Rose was incredibly stylish and always carried a lipstick that doubled as her blush. She is a recipient of a USC organ donation from nearly two decades prior. Hi everyone, I wanted to write something but I’ve honestly been having trouble figuring out how exactly to put 25 years into words. That’s how long I’ve gotten to be with my grandma and the love that she’s given to me. For the majority of my life, the two of us never left Los Angeles but, she showed me the whole world. I remember her picking me up from school every day and taking the bus on the weekends to Chinatown. I know the entire metro line by heart because of our adventures. My grandma was so kind while the world she existed in was consistently cruel. My grandma fled the Vietnam War moving to the States in the 80s. In dreams of a better life where she worked at a restaurant before my mom had me. My grandma taught me so much that I could not express it through a page of writing. I would have never moved, never went finished college, or never tried to be someone kinder and better in the world. I want to express so much gratitude to anyone who has gotten to meet my grandma, supported my photo shows with her, and embraced her spirit. I’ll remember her and how we used to sit on the train as she would share her food with strangers on their commute. Walk around Chinatown until the bottom of your foot aches and get sugar cane juice for the way back. I hope there is a world where she didn’t have to experience so much loss, pain, and suffrage in her lifetime. My grandma fought so hard till the very end and I don’t want her mourning to be solely about loss. Please celebrate her soul and kind heart every day. I hope to meet you again soon grandma, I love you so much. Please consider any small donation to help my grandma's remains be properly rested in her home country in Saigon. My family and I have no other resources. I am my parent's assistive provider financially and otherwise. I have taken care of mostly everything but, this is the long stretch to help make her journey to Vietnam peaceful and safe. The proceeds will help cover the travel of her urn and allow her spirit to return home. My parents and I extended such gratitude and love to everyone. Please feel free to reach out to me if there’s another way you’d like to honor my grandma. So much love ❤️ Edit: Thank you, everyone, so so much from the literal bottom of my heart for helping us reach our goal. Hearing how much her life and story impacted others over the last few days has been nothing but love. She reached her goal of 88 donations and I truly believe it is a sign. Angel number 88 signifies great success, abundance, and prosperity. When you constantly see angel number 88, it means that exciting times are ahead, and your guardian angels or spirit guides want you to be prepared for the positive changes coming your way. I went to her alter this evening and told her after her service we will have the best journey possible to Vietnam.
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