Homecoming...

I called my Dad yesterday to see if he wants to come to KL since Mom & Azie left for Bali for a full one week. He'll be lonely, I thought... So maybe, bring him here for many many rounds of golf can make him feel lively.

Unfortunately, his mother is very ill now and my Dad mentioned that she wishes to see me before she passes. I felt terrible. The last time I saw her was last year and that's almost a year. I now know that I need to make the trip home before anything happens to her. So, Bo & me decided that we'll go back this weekend to visit her, maybe for the last time.

We were very close, my granny & me. She used to take care of me when my parents were both teaching. She took care of my lunch and told me stories of our ancestors. I found a lot about my Dad from her that I wouldn't know from anybody, even from my Mom or my Dad himself.
It is actually hurting to see her in this condition. The last time I saw her, she didn't even recognize me. She just said 'Who are you? You are so pretty...' It brought tears to my eyes, because she used to call me the 'pretty one' in the family.. Not that she comparing all her granddaughters. I used to listen to her stories until late at nights even when it was a school days because she made it so interesting. I remember how she used to sing that few-lines Japanese song that she learned because she was secretly in love with a Japanese Army during the Japanese time. I remember all the stories about my Dad when he was a little boy and how hard their lives were because his father/her husband left them when he was merely 5 years old to marry another woman. I remember how she reminds me that I have to meet up all my father's siblings (half & full) because I may lost count one of these days (I think I already have).

Hard as it is, I have to face the fact that she will be gone soon. But the only thing I need to do before it really happens is to see her for the last time.