Perhaps it's also "pay-back"time for my blog as I've been neglecting the entries.Or it could be the string of events that have happened in my life for the past months and I felt a strong urge to jot them down, in case I forget them through time...
Last night, I'd written a long blog about my grandma. Somehow, it got accidentally wiped away. Maybe it's meant to be just private memories for myself...
Even though grandma always said she was a poor lady, I will remember her as one who was truly rich - in wisdom and love for her family members.
She came to Singapore as an uneducated poor lady with grandpa. But she raised 7 aunties and uncles (including my mum) and ensured that everyone in our generation have at least an university education. To achieve that, she was always ready to help anyone with whatever little she had. This is a testament of her selfless love...
It was also through my grandma's demise that I've learnt more about my relationship with my grandma. On the day before her death, I could feel the strong desire to show my love and appreciation for her.Even though neither my mum or I had any idea that she would pass away the next day, we felt the urge to caress her face and comfort her.Perhaps, the still, small voice in us was hinting that it was our last goodbye. I would always remember her longing expression as she laid on her bed...
This is one of the last precious pic which I took during Eliza's first month.Grandma was ailing then but she was so thrilled to be there for the party.
In memory of my wonderful grandma:
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