Today, my husband's grandma passed away. It is a sudden shock for us, as she seemed well for her age (85), plus the fact that we just saw her recently. She is my only closest experience of having a grandma, since i never had the chance to meet my mother's mom or my dad's mom.
Grandma used to tell us stories of her youth. She grew up during wartime in Malaysia before independence, and had a hard life. When she was only 14, she had joined the guerilllas and fled into the mountains. She told us about how all the youths in the community had to learn to hold a rifle. They didn't know exactly what they were doing, but they just did whatever they could to survive. She was a tough woman.
When the war was over, she got married to grandpa (whom i never got the chance to meet either), and lived in a rubber estate. She was mother to 5, and worked hard with her hands as a seamstress.
She will be dearly missed by her children, her 10 grandchildren and great-grand daughter. Despite her age, she was a cheerful ,alert and gracious lady, always ready to listen and understand. I cannot think of a better way to remember her than this:
Her courage and strength to persevere in whatever circumstances,
will always be an inspiration to me.