Auntie Pat passed away yesterday morning.
I knew her since I was 8 years old. She worked in my supplier’s office in Singapore. She was always very kind and generous. She would always have sweets, toys, etc to give me whenever I went there with my late dad. Meeting her would always make my day.
She had been sick for some time. The last Lunar New Year, she was hospitalised and she insisted her sister to call my mum because she wanted to give my mum something and also red packets for me and my sister. At that time, I believe we knew that this moment was coming.
But no matter how much you prepare, I can never be prepared for this. I don’t know. Maybe because I seldom experience the few deaths in my family that I experienced were sudden that I didn’t have time to grieve or… maybe I don’t want to. My father’s death happened just like that, so was my grandma’s. Uncle Jan’s too. It happened to quick and sudden that I didn’t have time to process anything. After that, life went back to normal. I have never been good at saying goodbye and probably never will.
Thank you for the joy and blessing you have brought into my life. I will miss you and you will never be forgotten.