Popo

I was reading a FB post yesterday. This girl was complaining about how her grandmother was acting like a child, being unreasonable, waking her up in the middle of the night, scolding her for no reason, falling off her bed etc, because of dementia.

Couldn't help but to cringe. Such resentment, and frustrations I had been there done that. Having no good night sleep because at every little sound, I would jump up from my sleep to save Popo from falling to the ground. Getting lost and go missing and we have to search the whole bedok for her.

I am missing Popo. I miss how she will tuck me in because she's afraid that I am cold, even though she always make me jump from my sleep because her cold fingers were "tickling" me.
I miss her beautiful eyes that seem to tell zillion of stories which she didn't want to share.
I miss the way she can understand my broken cantonese.
I miss the way she will comment on my dress and say so pretty.
I miss her saying that I am "tall" .( She really thinks I am tall)
I miss her commenting on my hair that she like the way I coloured it. She also wanted to colour.

Yes. It was frustrating to deal with a family with dementia. But now that she is no longer around. I really want a little more time with her. To hug her more. To tell her I love her more.

POPO NGOR OI NEI
Shun Ai

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