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Sunday, May 27, 2012
To her
It's the 100th for her.I don't dare to think much about her during the praying cus I can't afford to; I can never end thinking of her. In these days, I often think of things I should do more for her and the things she did not have chance to see me do. Therefore, I must work doubly hard and be a support for my dad- her son- the one she's worried about. I remember myself being quite a naughty young one. She used to bring me to my kindergarden and had to try to catch me during breaks despite her old cranking bones. Then, there was this one time when I got so irritated with her, I pushed her to the ground- yes, I was extremely naughty- and I told her not to tell on me, which she didnt until I was much older. So I'm to blame for her bad legs, I know this hurts her alot when it rains. One day, she brought me over to my aunt's place, the place I got my scar when I hit myself in the head rather badly, my mom blames on her but I know, it isn't her fault but mine. Despite having to look after this lil devil, I know she loves me. It pains me during her final days when she's down with the illness and the loss of speech & memory, I started calling by her name just so she remembers who she is. Now that she's gone, I know she's at a much happier & painless place and that comforts me abit. I miss her loud voice, I miss her old granny stories on repeat mode, I miss anything I can remember of her. I will remember her, miss her, love her as long as I live and I really hope I will meet her again in our next life whether I know it or not. In the memory of Low Ah San- my strongest grandma. |
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