The 4 days of new year celebration seemed to just shot by just like that. Initially, before all that feasting and cleaning frenzy began, I was still nochalent about all the fuss with regards to the rush for new clothes, clean house, food stock. Rather I was more occupied about the impending dateline for the design project interim report.

New Year came with some funfare. Saw my Grandma, whom I haven't had time, or excused myself from visiting for quite a while. Gone was her elegance, now replaced by a weariness, exhausted from a losing battle to remain like before. Robbed of her bright eyes, talkative self by her current draining condition, plus seeing her like that- so disorientated, so reliant, a shell of her past, really broke my heart.

Accompanying her to the wash basin to tidy her up, she displayed some annoyance at the displaced cover for the drain hole, and also managed with some determination to close the window panes from fear that prying neighbours would learn of her detiorating health. At least part of her old self still remains.

However later again, I overhead my aunt discussion about Grandma. From the tsks and head shaking, it was disheartening to learn that Grandma developed a bad habit of going to the loo, and spending ages inside. Even displayed child-like behaviour of unspooling the toilet roll, often wasting 2 or 3 rolls a day. Sigh.

It so heart wrenching, yet I cannot help her to regain her former self. Grandma please stay strong!