Farewell to PoPo
The first time I met Popo, it was at Sf's home. She was a cheerful and lively lady. I remember her asking Sf's mum, "Is this Ah Fang's boyfriend?" To which Sf's mum nodded and PoPo started chatting to me in Hainanese - a dialect I could not understand as it bore no resemblance to Hokkien. However the language barrier did not prove to be an impedance to developing fondness for this old granny.
The illness never took away her spirits away. She continued to do the things she loved. I looked forward to the mahjong sessions where we often ended up amazed by her ability to win us. The hospital visits were never a dread as she made conversations easily.
In those moments when we were driving back from sending PoPo to her nursing home, Sf's mum shared with me stories that allowed a peak into the life of a woman who was strong and hardworking. Popo picked up English from helping out at a Swiss School, and had the foresight to make a HDB purchase that would later on secure the future of her family. She enjoyed games of mahjong and 4 color cards and was hospitable to friends who would come to her place to have the gaming sessions.
I will cherish the sweet memories.
posted by wayne @ 5:19 AM
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