On 29th of Jan, 2021 (Friday), I received a saddening news that my maternal grandmother passed away peacefully. It was only 3 weeks before Chinese New Year. Unfortunately, I was unable to attend her wake in Malaysia due to the pandemic, leading to the border closure between Malaysia and Singapore.
This year, I finally went home under Vaccinated Traveller Lane (VTL) on the second day of Chinese New Year. I felt overjoyed for being able to meet my family although I had missed the reunion dinner and the first day of the festivity.
It was a drizzling night. At about 9 p.m., my aunt invited my mum and I to her house to enjoy her specially made fruit "lou sang".
After more than 1 hour of chit-chat, we were about to leave. My aunt wanted to show something to my mum, so she opened the door of my late grandmother's bedroom.
When I went in, a weird feeling struck me.
The lady, whom I had visited whenever I went back from Singapore, was no longer there. I am no longer able to greet her, talk to her and hear her voice.
What is being left now is the empty bedroom that she used to occupy and her eternal absence.
