I miss my Grandmas

Was watching Drama and a scene where the family's grandma passed away rekindled my memory of my Grandmas.

My Paternal Grandma

Since young, I haven't been very close to my grandma. As the eldest of the family, I was a girl, and grandma, being a traditional woman, had very much expected the first grandchild to be a male. But as time passed, grandma found me really likeable and I slowly became someone she was really proud of.

We don't visit our grandparents often. It's just that Chinese New Year visit. Nonetheless, each time, I never felt uneasy whenever I visited. The part about the drama losing their grandma certainly rekindled the memory when grandma passed away most unexpectedly in the Hospital and how I got over it by myself over that period in my life.

The song "Love Me" also brings me back the time when I saw how devastated Grandpa was when he saw Grandma in the intensive care unit for that final goodbye. I see that traditional love between them, despite their differences in personality. They accepted each other for who they are, and held on for life.

My Maternal Grandma

I have very little memory of my maternal grandma. She passed away when I was 8 or 9 years old. My freshest memory of her is her arched back, and her attempt to cut mangoes for me to eat when she visited us when I was little. I rejected her offer to eat the mangoes. I was afraid she might cut herself with the paring knife. Till now, I thought I should have accepted her offer.

Two very loving grandmas in their own ways. I miss you, grandmas.