of the frail memories
Thank you for the countless boxes of chicken pies. Thank you for the weekends of soups that never fail to warm our stomachs. Thank you for bringing my mother into this world.
As my grandma lies in hospital, I can only pray that her mind gets clearer, though the onset of dementia slowly seeps the recognition away from her eyes. Her body grows weak, her words slurred. Spending time with her, holding her hand, it’s as though I’m looking at Ma all over again. I know it’s part of Life and this page has so much sorrow in its chapters.
The farewell may come soon, but till that day, I just hope that her time with us will be as pain-free as possible.