My beloved Ah Gong and Ah Ma

清明节
Once every year we will go to the cemetery to pay our respects to my paternal grandparents. Every year i go there i feel a tinge of sadness, largely due to the fact that they see me grew up. From the time i came to this world, thru my kampong days up to my pri school time, they were there taking care of me.

It reminds me of the durians and rambutans in the kampong, the time when my grandparents waits for the school bus with me and the scene when my grandfather passed away. All these are still so vividly etched in my mind even after so many years....

My ah gong passed away suddenly 11 yrs ago...it was heart attack. It happened one morning, my mum woke me up and said 'ur ah gong fell down and wun wake up le' . Being a pri sch kid, I din really understand until i reached my grandfather's house. I wun forget the scene, everyone was in shock running ard making calls and crying at the same time.

My ah ma followed a year later...for her it was brain cancer. Even though i was in sch when she passed away, my dad told me 'she went peacefully'.

How i wish both of them are still ard to see how i have grown but thats life, time to break out of this reminiscing and move on le...
i do feel sad every year during this time but this year i have my xiao ke ai =))