Passing of A Life
My brother and I decided to give a suprise call back home on Skype. We shouted with gladness when we hear our mom's voice but the tone changed when we get the news that my grandma, my 'ama' has gone to be with the Lord. I could feel my heart skipped a beat...
My grandma, my ama...
She's 95. Yes, she lived long and with the little I know about her history, she does not experience the luxury of life, not in material but was blessed with so many sons and daughters, 10 of them. So imagine the many grandchildren (I'm the 2nd youngest), great-grandchildren. great-great grandchildren, etc. :)
It was always a joy to go back during Chinese New Year to be surrounded by tonnes of people as we stayed at ama's cement-floor-hot-lots-of-fly but full-of-love house.
We visited her more in the later years, or at least when I go home for holiday. I'm glad I see her smiling everytime I think about her. I missed her lots, I wish I was there to say goodbye, I wish I was there to at least pay my last respect. I missed hugging her, she's quite small and frail by human's standard, but she's one of the strongest person I know.
I love her smile, and I'm glad that's the image I remember her as.
