Just before we slept last night, husband and I had a little chat.
💁🏽♂️ I don't get it, why can't we beat him (him is the little shit named Isaac). We got whacked severely, and we turned out fine.
👸🏻 I know. Don't want to appear violent against him ma.
💁🏽♂️ the only thing stopping me from hitting him was that I was afraid ppl will take picture and "stomp" me.
(We were in the mrt from orchard to novena n shit kept screaming his head off!)
👸🏻 ya imagine the headlines on stomp. Doctor from Xx
Was caught abusing his son in the mrt.
XXXX hospital should sack this irresponsible dr!!
*and we promptly burst out laughing.
Didi had his 3rd official hair cut yesterday.
Finally looking like a boy.
His hair grows very fast!
This morning I received news that my grandma passed away.
Informed my mom and she made arrangements to go back the morning itself.
I want to write about her to remember her and her passing but I realize that I do not know her. And I find that sad.
My memories of her when I was young that she is a recluse who lives in the church. We try to make a weekly visit on Saturday and if we were lucky, we will bump into her.
So how do you write an eulogy about someone who you don't know?
All my memories of her are not good. Not because she's a bad person, but because there is always a unpleasant association with her.
– her smell
– the way she lived
– her recognition (on whether she remembers I am her granddaughter or not)
– bumping into her in Klang town and seeing her looking unkempt with a plastic bag full of rubbish.
But I shall not write in detail about the unpleasant stuff.
Looking back, all her behavior might be an under lying sign of a degenerative disease, but no treatment or diagnosis was given to her.
Her lucidity is with the church and with her prayers. The nuns & father praises her for being able to recite and lead prayers in church.
Even when she was then moved into a home, when the prayer bell rings, she will be the first into the hall and start praying.
At the last few years of her life, the last time I saw her which was maybe 8-10 years ago? She does not recognize me at all.
I do not know why I've not been back to visit her, I don't know why we were never encouraged to see her. Maybe we have forgotten about her too.
I'll just remember her as my cute looking ah ma who confuses me as her daughter sometimes.
Rest In Peace ah ma.
You have return to your lord.