Tribute to my Popo...

My Grandma is the bravest and sweetest woman I know after my mum. My grandma lived by herself because she didn't want to be a burden to other people and she loved her freedom. I can't say that I have been a very good granddaughter because i visited her only when I had time. But the one thing that nobody can take away from me is the fact that I loved her very very much and she loved me and her courage and independence make her one of my role models(my mum is my other roole model).

My grandma had always been around. She brought us up and I can't even list the number of times I fought with her or the trouble she had with me when I was little cos I wasn't exactly an angel. But my grandma never complained...even though she did joke about how no man would ever want me because of my temper. She had always wanted me to get married cos she always claimed that she would be deep in her grave by the time I got married. Sigh! I thought my grandma would live forever. I wanted her to be there for the tea ceremony when I do finally get married, but that is not to be.


It's been months now. But tears are falling while I am writing this. When I think about the time she fell and the time she was sick in the hospital, it still breaks my heart. I miss her. I miss her nagging me to get married and I miss her nagging that I don't visit or call her enough. I miss her nagging that I smoked too much. I couldn't write this before and I'm not even sure if I will finish writing this cos it is very hard to see when you are crying...anyways, I will finish this...

Everyone who has met my grandma agrees that she was a very nice and sweet woman. My ex-boyfriend thinks she's very cute. Rick thinks she was lovely. Everyone knows she was very independent even after she fell and hurt her leg. To me, she was a beautiful woman, both inside and outside. She always had a smile for everyone. She covered her mouth when she laughed and I think there's where I got it from. And she always had a jade bangle on, which I copied. (I keep having to correct my tenses...it's very hard to think of her in the past tense)

You know how you are supposed to think of all the good things when someone passes away? I wish I could do that... I have all the happy memories of my grandma...and I don't think it's fair that she died in the hospital instead of in her sleep. And to have suffered like that at the end is not fair at all. And I don't want to mention all the stupid things that had happened... ... But I suppose something good has come out of all this... She doesn't hurt anymore and doesn't have to be humiliated by having to be taken care of by others...and she can be with grandfather now. She had always dreamt of him all these years... ... ... I can't talk about this anymore...

I love my popo. I miss her smile. I miss her.