I miss my grandmother

This is the second time I dreamt about my grandmother in the same week. Both came to me in the early morning. I woke up, wept missing tears.

I could not find any photo of her in my laptop. She passed away before I bought my own digital camera that was around year 2003, I guess. I remember her look vividly when she fell sick, before my family shifted to Klang and occasions in between.

My father is an obedient son. He never failed to visit my grandmother every Sunday when we were still staying in Bandar Baru Bangi. He would bring us together of course, and my mother will pack vegetables, meat and such ingredients needed for lunch and dinner. Mother cooked and we ate with grandmother on every Sunday at her home.

The reason why I loved my grandmother back then:
1) She bought the "suan mei" (those preserved plum) from every Tuesday night market and put into the chicken bowl and hid them in the food cupboard for me, so that the other grandchildren won't steal them away.
2) She peeled orange and cut mango whenever available for me at the same spot everytime, at the back of her house, sat-squatting on the small wooden bench.

I felt strange on the last Chinese New Year I had with my grandmother. I even took out the camera and snapped pictures of us, my sisters and me with my grandmother. I remember I hugged her and that was the last. She survived until the end of Chinese New Year and I received phone call from my mother about her in the hospital. She had trouble in breathing due to the bad asthma she had since a year before. I looked into the coffin and saw her in peace, nicely wrapped in a traditional costume and make up put on her face. I never had the courage to look into any coffin before and this time, it came so naturally. She did not move and I started to miss her. That was the first time I had the feeling I lost somebody very special.