Tyrant, in a respectful way, she has always been seen as a Tyrant to me and maybe to some of you here. The way she instructs us to do things in our younger days. Her commanding and stern voice would send you hiding under the table wishing she could never find you. She scares me to bits when I was young. I remembered refusing to go for my first ear piercing when I was in Sec 1 and I looked to my dad and told him I didn’t want to go coz of the pain it might give me... hence my dad told her… still objection OVERRULED. Well, I went and NOW I have TWO instead of just one!
Perfectionist, she has been to me, a grandma who would not only want things done well but to the best. At times, she doesn’t take NO for an answer. Her perfectionist character spurred her to tailor clothes that were not only beautiful but elegant too. From stitch to stitch she would sew her dresses making them look ever so fine and pretty. She even tailored my first-ever pink dress… I loved it, wore it, till I NOW OUTGREW IT. Her fabulous dressing would put any poorly dressed person to shame and sometimes even look like her “maid” simply standing next to her.
FOOD! The most memorable thing I had with grandma was when I went over to her house, she would always have her stew in a pot ready to be served. I would never leave her house without tasting her stew even if I had eaten or was in a rush. Oh talking about that, it goes without saying I would certainly miss her great cooking and baking. Her curry feng, pineapple tarts and sugee cake is the best I ever tasted and certainly I know most of you here would have a certain dish that you have tasted from her countless recipes. Sigh! I wish I had that flare for cooking too and not burn the kitchen down when I cook.
The last few years were not easy for grandma, watching her go in and out of hospital was not easy. Looking at her loose those pounds and even those memories of recent events were just as painful for all who are dear to her. Some part of me hoped to be able to take the pain away but I can’t. Prayer and intercessions were the best I could do for her.
In some way, I guess God had slowly been preparing my family and I to accept her leaving us one day. Now, the day has come, but I know she is in a better place, away from all pain. She took care of all of us, being our beacon of light for all who have ever crossed path with her. Her job here on earth is done and now she is returning to God who will take care of her till we meet again.
“Mama I would certainly miss your sewing, cooking and even random shopping times together. I would also miss the Saturday night makan together after sunset mass to lao pa sat or even simple stalls. Though you are gone, you will always be remembered in our hearts. This Goodbye is not forever but it is only temporary, we will meet again and till then you will be missed by all of us.”