
Grandma, you are the women that I am very proud of in my life. I still remember the time I spent in your place, 11 hours of horse-ridding journey from my place to yours. There has no highway but a very snaky and sloppy one-way road to your place. In a very old, dusty and no air-condition 40 seats bus, I made it while I was 16 years old, hurdled in your warm welcome and hospitality.
You’re devoted and believe in God, with friends and relatives like to gather at your place to sing the holy and peaceful songs. You have a very huge garden to bear the fruits that nurture 11 children of yours, which some of them became a very successful profession and businessman
I remember the toilet bowl with a long and deep hole without flushing. I remember the taste of the sweet fruits that you picked from the big garden. I remember the small path and the bridge that you hold my hand and walked with me. And the first time when I sit at your side to sing the holy songs with others.
After so many years for not being around, I am very grateful what you have done to me again. Your legs are not as active and powerful as before. But you have traveled the same journey that I had while you are 89 years old. You came and attended my big day, to share the joy and happiness with us. You cant climb the staircase, even with my offer to carry you, you don’t want to burden us but choose to sleep on the lazy chair for 2 days. Where my mum accompanied you while you slept on the chair. You don’t just sit there, but help mum to prepare meal, get your plate fill with rice and eat as much as you can.
As compare to other old folks, you are strong, determine, kind and always think for others. Which I can see the character reflected strongly in my mum. With a better life now, I am not sure if I can carry on the same character you all have.
Before you go, grandpa came and brought you to have a nice walk outside, which your leg can’t move after your fatal fall in July this year. You are very happy!
Yesterday when I saw a youth, who hold umbrella to shelter his grandma, hold her hands to cross the wet road under the heavy rain. Sorry grandpa and grandma, I can’t be there when it is a rainy day.
But I felt very happy to be born in your family. Even though life is tough, but I am shower with lots of love and care. You have so many good characters and qualities that I can’t learn, probably our next generation will not feel and touch. If I will have next life, I hope to be born in your family again.
Lastly, bye bye Grandma, May the Almighty God be with you always!!