last nov, my gran died after a brief fight with cancer(i believe
it's pancreatic) because it was discovered only at the last
stage.
she didnt go for any treatments because they felt tht she was too
weak for any especially at her stage of cancer.
till now i kept the 2 sms my parents sent to me first to inform me
of her prognosis and 2nd was to tell me that she didnt have much
time left and asked me to be prepared to take emergency leave at a
short notice.
on 18th nov, i was at the motorshow but somehow i had this nagging
feeling to go back home. something was tugging at me to go back
home but i didnt know what.
on my way back, i smelt something weird which was damn familiar.
tht smell 'came' frm my gran's room.
soon after i got home, she had trouble breathing and was staring
into blank space. so we called everyone to be at her side. she
didnt last too long after everyone arrived. she left us at
2109hours. i can never forget that day.
during her funeral, i never cried, somehow. others did. my eyes
only watered when we bid her the final farewell as her coffin was
sent in.
today was 100days frm that day. even till this day, my heart aches
whenever i pass by her room or think about her.
at least now she can rest beside her hubby. she is 1 feisty woman.
widowed at a young age and brought up 9kids on her own without
remarrying. she can spoil us and rain hell on my aunties for
spending $1 more on bean sprouts all on the same breath.
