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My name is Irene. ~~Fourteen~~ Seventeen,26thJanuary
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My grandma's funeral (Saturday, January 12, 2013)

Right now I'm writing this in the funeral palour of St Joseph's Church in Kuching. It has been about one day since my grandma (popo/mama) passed away. Some of my cousins and relatives are here , paying respects, waiting for other friends and kins to arrive to pay their last respects. Everyone right now seems to be at peace, and have truly accepted that she's in God's hands now (:

Everything has been quite new and foreign to me, especially so, the feelings.. The last time a kin passed away was more than a decade ago, which was my maternal grandfather whom I had limited interaction with.. Other than that, I have never been to any wakes or funerals in my almost 18 years.

Recounting,

A few days before New Year's Day, I was in Kuching on an emergency visit w my dad, knowing that this would be one of the last visits I would pay to her. She was then, already critically bedridden, occasionally suffering from waves of pain caused by a large cancer tumour beside the pancreas. Then, I prayed the rosary at night, the healing prayer, and sang Xmas carols w my cuz to her on New Year's Eve. Finally, we left on New Year's Eve, with her smiling and still sharp in mind, albeit her being reduced to skin and bones. We left her in the care of the other family members, in the knowledge that she's basking in infinite love and care. And I was consoled.

Lets then go back to yesterday, 11th January 2013. I was preparing to go to sch for the final day of orient 2013, excited for the campfire, mass dance and everything. The many hours of prac and prep during the hols were all for that special day.. Then the news came at about 9am, that she has breathed the last, and left in peace...

With much mixed feelings, we flew back 6.20pm that day so that we could attend the prayer session for her at 8. The disappointment I felt for not being able to attend orient and when i saw everyone's tweets and fb posts, was indescribably overwhelming despairing in fact. But when I reached St Jo's funeral palour and saw the wreaths, the coffin, the sisters, my beloved relatives and all cousins together in prayer, it was my turn to tear for the demise of a wonderful grandmother. Even though my memories with her are not particularly vivid, I would fondly keep in my mind that she lovingly took care of me for a short period of my life when I was young, and that without her, I would not have found God and be who I am to today. And at the same time, her demise has reunited all of us, all of us who shared the same pain as well as the same love.

And I'm extremely thankful for the G2 friends who have prayed for her, as well as all my friends for your understanding and endless support through this time. I felt extremely blessed (:

Now as I look at my popo in the coffin, I will be reminded of a new start. The one dedicated, strong woman that has accompanied my ahgong for over 50 years, the one loving mother that has taken care of my dad and 4 other siblings throughout their lives, the affable grandmother that has watched me and my cousins grow up, has finally left her pain and joined God in heaven. It's a new beginning... A new life. We praise The Lord and I'll continue praying that this family will stay united as always.

"May the love and peace of God bless and console us, and wipe every tear from our eyes."

Here's my last farewell, popo.