It was.

At this quiet moment where peace with quietness is least heard in the night when my grandma was around in the past. Her voice has become the significant power which kept the nights going and busy for people around her.

This voice is very special.

When I was younger, I was slightly Burned bu those sparking fireworks sticks by my cousin during CNY. Crying badly, I heard her voice scolding at my cousin. Loud and clear. This was the very first time I heard her raising voice.

Memories of her birthday celebration was not exactly clear to me as we'll always have a big family photo taken. And I'll always need to stand on a stood or be carried by my mum. (hahah...too small)

Eery CNY, all grandchildren will wish her good health and properous new year. Her reply would always be 'wish us excellence in studies and be good' and the last statement will be ' Thank you God' in hokkien.

When she scolds whoever, it becomes louder and stronger. But she never scolds us (grandchildren). She shares her story about bringing up 7 kids, Ah Gong and many. Reminding us to always pray too.

Shopping and walking around especially Changi Airport is her favourite, even she on the four wheels vehicle. A passion never fail.

Time passed, age and health physically begins to challenge her.

Last marriage, she attended was definitely and memorable for all.

She is also stubborn at times. This is also why she has her both strong legs remains with her till now.

However, all of this has become [It was.] on Saturday afternoon. Into God's Kingdom, he calls for her. Devastated but believe in the call of relief and new life for her. May the tears which flows washed away the sorrows of her departure to God's Kingdom and brings her to eternal life.

Plant grows, bloom and wither. Returns to its soil.
Sun rise, shine and set. Repeats every day and night.
Breeze blows and passed and go. With very little notice.
New born cries for new life, the departed cries for eternal life.
In its nature, every single item has its entrance and departure at every moment anywhere anytime.

Believe that whoever he/she is, he/her existence will forever has an impact in the generations to come in every aspect. History is past but name and believe is continously passed down and stays spiritually in us as there is no limit to spirituality.

In memory of Ah ma who smiles and correct me when singing the song '天黑黑', half-complete hokkien version.

With Love,
佳仪