"po po" i muttered, while looking into the coffin. "i miss po po" i turned to my sister with tears almost blurring my vision. my heart hurt, but all i could do was stand there and look into the lifeless body laying in there.
i started to reminisce the times when i shared the same room as popo, climbed up on her stomach to sleep when i felt scared and insecured, how much i cried and whined when she wasn't there, popo teaching me how to sing folk songs from china and most unforgettably, patting me to sleep with her ever so patient nature.
i remembered how she looked, always smiling at me with so much tenderness in her eyes and the gentleness in her hands.
popo loved cooking. she used to cook the best tasting food on earth. popo also loved haw flakes, she enjoyed buying them for her grandchildren and the contented looks on their faces. sewing was her favourite past time. popo sewed pillow cases and bolster cases for all of us. that is why, pinky is so important to me. pinky is a pink pillow case i had with me since 4- popo sewed pinky for me.
then i thought about how selfish i was.
when popo was still around, everytime there was a chance to visit her, i would give excuses- "i'm busy" "im tired" "i made plans for the afternoon" i didn't give much of my time to popo and i visited her quite seldom. everything was always about me and not others. now, there isn't a chance at all for me to see her smiles, talk to her and hold her hands. when i saw popo laying there all i wanted to say was, "popo, im really sorry" but does it matter? popo cant hear me anymore.
but i was contented enough to hear that popo is safe, up there with Daddy God.
and i'm sure popo doesn't want to see us cry, popo loves smiles on people's faces.
she was the best grandmother anyone could have ever had.