Grandma, or Tok as I call her, passed away last Wednesday, July 9 at 2:18pm. Although her identity card states that she was born in 1930, we believe that she was born sometime in the 1920s. Otherwise, it would be weird that she’d let my Dad (ex-SPURMO) who’s younger than her by nine years to marry her daughter, i.e. my Mom.
Lots of monkey wrenches were thrown about into the lives of those who had to care for her in and out of the hospital the last few weeks. Yours truly had to even work out of the room in the hospital in Johor Bahru where she was warded (don’t ask how I managed to find that Ethernet port and figure out my way to connect to the Internet!), responding to emails, troubleshooting via remote desktop and even editing the music for 8TV’s current run of So You Think You Can Dance (this geeky grandson of hers also managed to put her on a webcast for those unable to visit her at the hospital) whilst feeding her, turning her on the bed to avoid any bedsores, entertaining her requests to get off and on the bed (try that when she weighs a good 100+ kgs!), etc. If I had to go through it all over again, I wouldn’t have done it any other way as I did not want to regret missing out on the last few days of her life to make her as comfortable as possible. So I can only thank my friends and colleagues for being very understanding and accomodative of my situation.
If there’s any regret though, it would be that she did not get to see me get married sooner (and not be a SPURMO). Perhaps I could have had a kid by now which would have automatically made her great grandma (but I’m gonna tai-chi that one on to my sister since she’s the only grandchild who’s married!). Still, she’s been a GREAT grandma.
Moga Allah mencucuri rahmat ke atas rohnya. Al-Fatihah.