crimsondragon
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- Dec 17, 2006
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East Brunswick,
New Jersey
So I woke up this morning at like 7 in the morning to my aunt screaming for us to get up. I'm in a daze so I'm like whatever but I heard something about my grandma. Now don't get me wrong, I love her wholly but she's been in the hospital more times than I can count and she always comes out fine. I figured she must have had another usual plethora of problems. I grudgingly get out of bed really tired since I was up all night till 5 playing DiRT. I get ready and drive my mom and aunt out to NYC. I'm just wondering what it is this time.
My aunt is trying to figure out what's going on and what hospital she's been taken to. Somewhere along the way, my aunt gets the phone call from the nurse aid who takes care of my grandma and all I hear in the back is "WHAT?!" and then just sobs. At that point something equivalent to a knife went right through my heart. This wasn't the usual time where she fell, got sick, had internal organ problems, etc etc. No, this time it was the real deal. Death wrote the ticket and cashed it in.
Of course I'm just thinking "what..." and the tears soon start coming. But it quickly turns to anger. Of all the times in the year, why ####ing Christmas. The one time where everyone gets together and enjoy the time. It was absolutely unbelievable. My cousins from HK were coming in late February to visit. My Christmas will be ruined this year and all the years after. The rest of the way there was just depressing.
The hospital visit was no better. We met up with my younger aunt who was there already and filled us in. We visited the body. My other aunt, a strong woman she is, hands rough and calloused from years of work, once slapped me across the face and gave me a nosebleed. At the sight of my grandma lying there on the hospital bed broke her down completely. She cried like a 5 year old calling for mommy to wake up again. To wake up so on Wednesday we could have hot pot. It went on for 5 minutes more with my younger aunt trying to use logic and reasoning and eventually just pulled her out of there. My mother just kept running her hand through her mother's hair while silently crying. I stood there absorbing it all in until the walls broke and tears started streaming down my own face. When it was time to leave, I kissed my grandmother on the forehead and said I'll miss her.
The rest of the day was spent preparing the funeral arrangements, having lunch, packing up the stuff at my grandma's apartment and with me crying myself to sleep on the sofa that I usually sleep on when I visit. The only peace I have is that grandpa escorted her and now they are in the fields with Max, watching him run around. Hopefully I'll see it someday as well.
R.I.P. Poon Lin Heung
6/16/1927 - 12/22/2008
A fine, compassionate mother to all.
My aunt is trying to figure out what's going on and what hospital she's been taken to. Somewhere along the way, my aunt gets the phone call from the nurse aid who takes care of my grandma and all I hear in the back is "WHAT?!" and then just sobs. At that point something equivalent to a knife went right through my heart. This wasn't the usual time where she fell, got sick, had internal organ problems, etc etc. No, this time it was the real deal. Death wrote the ticket and cashed it in.
Of course I'm just thinking "what..." and the tears soon start coming. But it quickly turns to anger. Of all the times in the year, why ####ing Christmas. The one time where everyone gets together and enjoy the time. It was absolutely unbelievable. My cousins from HK were coming in late February to visit. My Christmas will be ruined this year and all the years after. The rest of the way there was just depressing.
The hospital visit was no better. We met up with my younger aunt who was there already and filled us in. We visited the body. My other aunt, a strong woman she is, hands rough and calloused from years of work, once slapped me across the face and gave me a nosebleed. At the sight of my grandma lying there on the hospital bed broke her down completely. She cried like a 5 year old calling for mommy to wake up again. To wake up so on Wednesday we could have hot pot. It went on for 5 minutes more with my younger aunt trying to use logic and reasoning and eventually just pulled her out of there. My mother just kept running her hand through her mother's hair while silently crying. I stood there absorbing it all in until the walls broke and tears started streaming down my own face. When it was time to leave, I kissed my grandmother on the forehead and said I'll miss her.
The rest of the day was spent preparing the funeral arrangements, having lunch, packing up the stuff at my grandma's apartment and with me crying myself to sleep on the sofa that I usually sleep on when I visit. The only peace I have is that grandpa escorted her and now they are in the fields with Max, watching him run around. Hopefully I'll see it someday as well.
R.I.P. Poon Lin Heung
6/16/1927 - 12/22/2008
A fine, compassionate mother to all.
