Sunday, October 17, 2010

It has been a week since the passing of my grandma. Today was the first Sunday we had lunch or dinner at my grandma's house. Stepping into her room with much hesistation, I soon found myself at ease looking around feeling the presence. The presence of her absence.

Mama was the epitome of acts of service. As I quote from my uncle's tribute at the funeral last Sunday, "Ma ma always pushed food to her children and grandchildren, never leaving much to herself" Simple acts of love I witnessed since young at the dinner table every other Sunday during lunch and dinner. Unable to speak a word of teochew and minimal understanding of the dialect, I cannot be thankful enough for her graciousness, her sacrificial acts.

Having to go through such an incomparable loss, it was hard to grasp the truth and made me questioned many things - if happiness is short-lived; how does religion change things around; how life has to go on. If happiness is short-lived, would it be worth the amount of pain and sorrow after? Is there a copious amount of happiness to make up for any losses? How much significance do we place on happiness? What IS happiness..........

Is happiness short-lived or is this what everyone calls Life? The presence of her absence indeed. Mama, kam xia.

On a brighter note, I passed driving. But today on the 4th day with her temporary paper license, I got into a mild accident and with my Mum beside me. I hesistated when turning, decided it was safer to reverse and hit the bumper of a Comfort cab behind. Not a visible scratch at sight, the driver pulled his bumper only to claim it was loose hence involving my Mum to pay a couple of hundreds tmr. Now, who cares if I got 6 points for TP?!