Grandma G’s funeral was beautiful and intimate; all four children who hadn’t been together for years were all there to bid their mother farewell.
Now what for Mama G? The world feels empty, a huge hole that cannot be filled by anybody else. I mourned the death of my marriage for five years but now I realise nothing compares to the love of a mother. I am not belittling the love of a father but there is something very special starting from the moment of conception and life growing in the womb.
I guess I will resume my shiny new life in Hong Kong. A friend suggested I teach English at a university in the Mainland; that idea appeals to me rather than just doing a few hours tuition to kids here and there. Life is so fleeting here one minute gone the next and I don’t feel I have ever reached my potential.
Watch this space …