My Gramma 4th March 2007

(My aunt and my late Gramma in Patrick's wedding in 2005)

I always wanted to write a story about my late Gramma (The lady in red) as my memory of her is always strong in my mind. Two years have passed, and I have not written a single word about her. It is time for me to recollect my thoughts about her, and about my first half of my life with her.

My late Gramma was always like a mother to me. My childhood memory started with my Gramma. I remember vividly that I spent most of my time with her and my older brother. As a kid, I remember few key impressions about my Gramma. First was the day we shifted to a new house at the age of five. I remember we stayed in less than a year before shifting to another new house near the kindergarden and primary school. I still remember that I asked for a cup of drink in the middle of night, and Gramma had to struggle to get up just to get me the drink. I further remember that I insisted for an orange drink instead of plain water. She walked tumbling with her small tiny feet, and slowly handed me the drink that I wanted. I was spoiled by her kindness, dedicated care, and unselfish love. I thought i never have these qualities in me, at least to my children.

I can't imagine how great can love be for a Gramma to a grandson. She was firm, very intelligent, steady, kind, care, gentle, considerate, thoughtful, careful, patient, passionate, generous, cheerful sometimes, positive, but too considerate I would think. My Dad has inherited her characters but in a different ways. (I will talk about my Dad in later part). My Gramma was one in a billion, and no one in my mind is able to compare with her.