In loving memory

I guess part of me had to write this post as a way of letting it go. To be honest, I'm not a person who is afraid of death, not someone who fears the thought and idea, Death, be not proud. The only thing that grips me is that I know that I would never see the person ever again, especially in God's kingdom. It saddens me that I never had the chance to share His word with her, or rather, I never had the courage to share His word with her or with anyone in my family.

Grandma has always been a woman who inspires me, her struggles in life, the choices she made and the things she had to do to make sure all her kids went though school. If you ask me, that's what a woman of success is.. One who overcomes and faces her challenges head on. Sometimes she does remind me of a Peranakan matriarch, so strong and stern, yet the grandma I know has the kindest heart and the most gentle soul.

She has lived a wonderful 97 years and I'm glad that I got to share and be a part of that 97. I have so many fond memories of her rocking me to sleep and telling me nap time stories, of me teaching her English and of her holding my hands and telling me her life experiences. I love my grandma and I know that will never change, where ever she may be.

I know I will miss her from time to time, but I know she'd want me to move on and achieve my dreams and goals. I will keep these fond memories in my heart knowing full well that I have had the privilege to be brought up by gran. I will tell my kids of their great grandmother and share these little stories with them, I will tell them that she has left her legacy in my life and I hope that strength and courage that she has has been passed on to me, that I'd be a woman of strength, righteousness, love, kindness, elegance and quiet sophistication. That's my grandma.. My wonderful grandma.