I remember,
When I was young, grandma loved to share an apple or a pear with me. She would wake me up at 8 in the morning, during holidays and this is her favourite phrase, “yen, wake up lo…8am so late already!”…eh…8am during hols=late??? Next she would nagged at me to take bath, change my pyjamas into something decent and last but not least, take my breakfast! I was young then but not THAT young though.
I remember,
When I was in primary school, during weekends when I have no school to attend, she would make lil’ “appointments” to have morning jog with me a day ahead. We would walk all the way from my house to the stadium, which takes about 30minutes or so. At times we tried to follow some simple steps demonstrated by the ‘qi gong’ master at the stadium. Then, we would walk to the market nearby to get fresh produce and groceries before heading home.
I remember,
Every Wednesday there’ll be night market nearby my house. We used to have a walk after our dinner. And everytime, I remember holding her hands as if I’m still a lil’ girl.
I remember,
She loved telling me stories of the times when she was young, especially during the Japanese occupation. She told me how difficult life was then, having to eat potatoes day and night, as there were not any rice or other more decent food to eat.
I remember,
She makes the nicest vegetarian dish every Chinese New Year, where all the family members will gather and have a feast on the first day of CNY early morning. It’s sad to say, none of my aunties or uncles could make the perfect dish as she did.
I could still remember,
How heart breaking it was to know about her sickness, which doctor informed us that she still have 3 months to live. Yes, it was Lungs Cancer…However she manage to hang on there…within that ½ a year, she went through numerous chemotheraphy, blood checks, taking awful Chinese medications, suffering uncountable side effects from the treatments. We couldn’t understand how difficult for her all that while. All we could do were just to be with her and care for her. It was so painful we have to act as if she’s a healthy being just to make her feel at ease.
And I remember,
The day when she left…I could not be with her…I was still in my campus, preparing for my finals. When I got the news, I just couldn’t help it and rushed home. But she was gone. Everyone was depressed but I believe they were relieved that grandma left us peacefully, with most of my uncles and aunties being there for her. At least we knew she never had to endure all the pain and difficult treatments.
Today marks the day grandma had left us for two whole years. Although grandma is not physically here and deep in our hearts, she’s always there. A loving mother, grandma and great-grandma. I just want her to know…I still miss her dearly. And I hope I’m not too late to tell her these three lil’ words:
Grandma, I love you.