celebration of tears .
If you really wanted to know what happened, please. Read this post.
On August 27 2007, I awoke, alone, with dreamy eyes ; the sad appearance of the long lost tears at night . It was my father's birthday. On August 27. Just soon after, I've got a call from my mother. She told me to get dressed and come down.
She's waiting for us. Patiently.
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I went down with proper attire and we set off to our desired destination. We all had a solemn look on our faces as we saw the banner ; Changi General Hospital. She's waiting for us.
Still. It was about 11am then, when we went up to see her, my mother's side of the family gathering around the bed.
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My mother and I rushed to the side of her bed, holding her hands, transparent beads dropping from our eyes and landing on the soft blanket that covered her frail old body. My great grandmother lied there, trying her best to keep herself breathing, alive. On August 27 2007.
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On August 26 2007, my family and I visited my great grandmother. I knew that my family wanted to bring her to the hospital, even though she said she didn't want to go and wished to stay home. On that day, my aunt, her daughther, lied. She told her that we would go out and have lunch. Together.
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I was hurt. Why. I asked myself. She always wanted to go out with her family. Now she was prompted to go out, just as she always wished it would. For me, I felt that she was happy when she heard that sentence. I was not allowed to go with her. Before they set off, I knocked on the window of my father's car, calling my great grandmother. She turned around and gave me a slight smile, waving her hand at me. I was crying inside my heart. Invisible tears formed inside of me. She looked happy. But then, I knew that she would be taken to the hospital and all of her hopes.
Shattered.
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On August 26, I was heart-broken. At night, when I went to visit her, I found her lying, on the bed, at the edge of the room, unconscious. My mother told me; When we reached the hospital, she had a sad look on her face. She could barely walk. The doctor examined and did tests on her. She was being injected with plenty of needles. Needles that hurt most painfully at the most sensitive of body parts. Why? My great grandmother was already 92. Why must she go through all of these sufferings? Her hopes of happiness, with just a gesture, became needles of pain.
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She was like a dead vegetable on the bed. On August 27, a priest came. He prayed for her, hoping that she would hear him and told her to not be afraid. 'If you were ever afraid, call upon Jesus to calm you down.'
While he was praying, I examined her face features. Her cheek bone was twitching. She was smiling. No one noticed that. But me. I slept beside her after telling her that I was there, beside her.
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I was the only great grandchild that she loved most. She smiled the most when I took a picture with her. She cared for me the most whenever I feel bored or sad. She loved me with all my heart. After a few more years, I grew up. I began to become distant towards her. It became that way until, I ignored her. I still answered what she questioned me, but I was not at her side. Any more. I always went upstairs to play the computer. Even with her incapability of climbing the stairs, she tried her best to go up the stairs. Because she was worried for me.
How could I be such a monster? Until now then I realised that. I was a heartless being, not worthy of her love at all.
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When I woke up, it was 3pm. My mother asked me if I wanted to go back home and rest. I went up to her and told her that I would be going back home, with my mother taking care of her. She made a sound, a sign, telling me that she heard what I just said. I went back home, hoping that if anything happened, my mother would call me and I would be at her side, until she departed. On August 27 2007 at 3:57 pm, by the time I came back home, my great grandmother passed away. Think of it as a retribution of my cold attitude towards her that I was not with her at the end of her road but I know that she still loved me.
Forever.
I know that people will be seperated from us one day but we will always be reunited, when we enter to the gates of heaven.
From this I ask of Jesus Christ, bless my great grandmother and keep her safe in your arms. Keep her forever smiling, in the depths of our hearts.
Amen.
I end this story, with a Happy Birthday to my father and a Goodbye, to my great grandmother.