The person I respect most is my late grandma. I simply admire her resilience and optimism. She survived the Pacific War with her three daughters. Then, she looked after me instead of my parents since the time I was four. She accepted whatever came her way, loved her family and lived well and happy to be 99. She was ready to absorb new things and never lost her cheerfulness despite hardship. In my teens, I used to play British rock music loud every morning, and was amazed when she declared she liked the foreign sound, and asked me to play it more often. She's long gone now but I've still got a lot to learn from her and should stop fretting about the status quo.
I love you and miss you so much, Grandma.♡♡♡