This is her shrine, the only thing I can give her after what she has done for me. We were not as close as I would like it to be, but the sense of loss that she will never be able to talk and laugh with me again is overwhelming. I guess you never miss something until it is gone. The finality hits you like a wave and knocks you senseless.
We were all crying, but somehow or the other, I was crying more. My cousins are probably more able to handle the loss, while I was extremely upset. The only good in her death is that it brought us cousins closer. Does it take a death to do that? We don't know what will happen next, for our grandma was our binding force. For all her distance, she made sure that we met as a family every Saturday. I'm glad I went for the gathering last Saturday, for that was the very last time I saw her alive. If I had decided not to because of my extreme tiredness, she would not have seen most of her loved ones before she died.
I hope she rests in peace. The poems below will be added to each time I write something new for her. She is sorely missed by all of us. Do let her be in peace.
20th August 1996 In the year of my Lord My Father's Mother Mdm Chua Mui Keet Died May she rest in peace.
