I wanna talk about my grandmother… my maternal grandma that is:)
This is one of the few photos I have with her… taken today:D
and I love that she knows how to smile when I tell her that we are taking a photo!:D
Being one of the youngest in my extended family (until the 3 bundles of joy came along)
I never had a really close relationship with my grandmother.
My only memories of her were really her feeding me biscuits every week when we would go and visit her.
By the time I even had memories of her, she was already getting old.
That, is my only regret.
As far as I know, my grandmother led a hardworking life as a farmer in a kampong in Lim Chu Kang with my grandfather
They planted papaya and stuff (can’t remember the stories lol.)to sell.
Life wasn’t easy but they made do and brought up a family of 6 children.
My mum is the second youngest and youngest daughter hence she had better education and such, which I really feel thankful for.
This really allowed our family to be better off and have more opportunities in life!
But I digress.
My grandmother always showed love to me and my cousins.
It seemed to me like we were her pride and joy, her precious babies.
Of course, I could never ask her that in words since I only know a smattering of hokkien.
My older cousins had a closer relationship with her.
My grandmother would always ensure that we were fed and watered whenever we were at her house.
It seemed like a treasure trove full of goodies!
So basically when we were young, it would be play with the cousins and eat, play and eat, play and eat.
As time went by, all of us started to grow up and so did my grandmother.
She started becoming a bit slower, started not being able to recognise all of us…
It was then that I looked at her and realised that she had really grown old…
a couple of years back in year 1 sem 1, I got a notice that my grandma was diagnosed with an illness when I was in Cambodia..
I remember that I was filled with fear that time that I wouldnt be able to see her when I got back..
scared that I couldnt be there for her…
regret that I hadnt built up my relationship with her…
Thankfully, she was ok.
A few months later when she had to go for surgery, I remember being there with my mum and aunt and holding her hand before the surgery..
She was so scared and confused… and didnt know what to do..
I was so sorry for her to be in so much fear..
Yet, my grandmother is a fighter…
She came out of everything ok.
You know, living as an Asian, you normally do not see your parents or grandparents for that matter showing much affection for each other..
like not much of hand holding or kissing in public..
So i never really felt that my grandparents had a very strong relationship.
Boy was I wrong!
When my grandmother was in hospital recovering from surgery, my uncle ferried my grandfather to visit my grandmother in the afternoon and he would stay there till dinner time and had to be coaxed to go for dinner cause he couldnt understand why my grandmother couldnt eat with him.
My granddad would not say anything but just sit there next to her.
Some days when my uncle couldnt ferry my granddad, he would still dress up and get ready to go, not knowing that he wasnt meant to go…
When I heard that, I was so touched!
I want a relationship like that… that is so strong and lasting through the years.
My grandmother, is a very important part of my family..
She is so cute!
Although she mostly cannot recognise me (though I think she does) and I cant really communicate with her…
I love just sitting beside her and letting her hold my hand.
and I wish everybody would know that.