I won't forget how you could recognize me, no matter how I changed, no matter how my hairstyle is;
I won't forget how you would always remember my name and yet you couldn't remember my brothers', because of the Alzhemier's disease;
I won't forget how happy you are, every time we went to visit you;
I won't forget how wide your smile is, every time I called you;
I won't forget how many edible stuff you had stuffed us with, whenever we were there;
I won't forget how you asked us to stay overnight, every time we went to visit you.
I'll always remember the funny communication we have had with my broken Hakka language;
I'll always remember how generous you are in giving us sweets and Ang pao;
I'll always remember all the mouth-watering cuisines you had made when you are still healthy and fit;
I'll always remember your shaking hands and weak legs, due to Parkinson's disease;
I'll always remember your look and your voice which seems so loving.
Though we were never closed enough; Though you never tell us stories of your past,
But there's still a bonding between you and me.
Today's the forth day you've left, and yet, I could not get over the feeling of lost.
I felt sorry from the bottom of my heart, for not being there for your last journey.
I'm so sorry, for not going back for your funeral, when everyone else was there.
I feel bad for days about this, and I feel worse day by day.
The only thing I can do is to pray for you, in my religion way.
I won't forget and I'll always remember that I have such a kind-hearted grandma.
I love you
