If you’ve been following my tweets & earlier
blog post, you would’ve heard of my Popo’s passing. She was a fantastic individual & will be sorely missed by everyone whose life she has touched so I thought I’d share a little bit about her…
My maternal grandmother is of Hakka descent & was born in Beijing, China in the year 1932. She was sent to Malaysia in her teens & was soon married to my grandfather or Kong Kong as I call him (he passed away when I was about 12 & although I never really got to know him, I remember a quiet man who always did what was right in his own quiet way), was also Hakka originally from China. They had a total of 8 children, 6 girls & 2 boys. Life was not easy as they worked hard day & night to make ends meet while raising so many children.
It is these children & their spouses plus offspring, a total of 34 individuals (give or take) including many other relatives & friends, who came together over the course of 3 days for my grandmother’s memorial service. As is with most Chinese people, my Popo actually put aside some money for her funeral & all I can say is that she would’ve definitely approved the outcome.
It was during this time that I came to fully realise what a strong woman my Popo was. Even towards the end, she still pushed herself to remain mobile despite painful arthritis & fibrosis in her lungs which left her breathless. Despite this, she could still crack a joke & dispense good, sound advice so that we would take care of ourselves & of each other. She knew her time was coming soon but my Popo remained jovial, loving & strong & it is these qualities that I hope with all my heart that I’ve inherited.
As I look back on the night we all spent sleeping over at the memorial centre to accompany our Popo’s last night on earth, I remember the jokes we made over sleeping positions, the hugs & words of solace we gave each other in comfort. It is this memory that assures me pieces of Popo lives on in each of us… She would’ve definitely approved.