Dede

Look at these pictures..

How sweet they look..The dede (grandpa) drinking his tea..using his classic tea cup.....the grandaughter trying to explain to her dede of the movie (ice age 2) she watched at the cinema.

These pictures were snapped months ago..

i doubt she will remember moments like this when she grows up..She will probably remember her dede..but these moments may not register in her mind...

The truth is.. i am glad that my children have the chance to get to know their dede ( halil's dad). They have missed out knowing their baba anne (the mom of their dad) since she died when they were still toddlers.. n their tok wan(my mom) and atuk dede (my dad) r thousands of kilometres away from them..what they remember of them r the moments i captured on video the last time we were in malaysia...how baddin used to crawl on top of my dad.. of how my mom used to squeezed hatice in her arms till she looked at me in plea..how her along teyze used to pamper her .......

Yeah..death waits for no man of course.. when it is time to go..u go..u cant say to Allah..*i want to die after i get to know my grandchildren bla bla bla*.. life doesnt work that way.. Myself for example.. i have never seen any of my grandpas...but i live to see my wan (my dad's mom) who died only a year or two ago at the age..i assume almost 120 years of age....my mom's mom died after giving birth to my mom... the fact that my granddad married her lil sister after that leaves me with a step grandma (wan muda..or wan mudo they call her in the n9 dialect)..but she has many children of her own..many grandchildren of her own as well... i am not close to any of my grandmas coz we live so far away from each other..n i dont speak their dialect....no regrets..

But i clearly remember my great great grandma(my grandma's mom). i call her wan tua. I remember my wan muda was looking after her mom. I remember my wan tua walking slowly..*mengesot mengesot* to go to the bathroom to take her wudhuk so that she could pray..i think i admire her coz even at her age..barely able to walk..she was still trying her best to pray.. i dont remember talking to her much.. like i said.. i grew up not speaking the dialect..my northern accent even if i try to speak her dialect.. would sound odd to her already failing ears..She used to sit on the bench underneath the *pokok jambu air putih* (guava tree) at times when she needed the fresh air....

I remember at one time when we went home to our hometown....she was sitting there..i was playing in front of mak long's house...somewhere near the durian tree.. we were to leave the village that day..she approached me slowly...she said something.. i could not understand her..then i saw her pulling a 2 ringgit note...i heard her saying something like..*ekau punyo* (this is urs)..i took it..

I spent it of course on ice cream.. i was young then..

Now looking back.. if i had more *brain*.. i would have saved that money for memory sake.. That was the first and the last time i recieved anything from my wan tua.. she died when i was 15 years old... at the age of..i think more than 120..she was ancient..really really ancient..

I dunno where she got the money..but can u imagine...?? for someone that age who had gone thru a lot of occupations.. japanese.. british...what not..that 2 ringgit must have meant a lot to her....i used to have her picture as well.. but i think it got burnt with the rest of the things when our home in penang got burnt many many years ago..

my kids.. they have their dede still..2 dede..one in malaysia..one in turkey.. one anna anne whom they call tok wan..baba anne..they maybe can see in their dreams?..

But one thing i am happy about is that..my angels r not alone... they r surrounded by loving uncles, aunties and cousins..n they all live within reach.. as in... the next door..the next apartment... the next next few streets...

As for the ones in malaysia... siap la.. depa balik malaysia..abis la depa buli hangpa semua hehehehe..hatice dan baddin brutal jugak heheheh :0)

Thank You for hopping by..Hope to see U again next time....