Dearly missed

The busker sings What A Friend We Have In Jesus at the orchard underpass. A sudden brief nostalgia came over me; I miss my grandma. This was one of the songs played at her funeral eight years ago, and ever since then, whenever I hear this song I'm reminded of Popo and how our Lord Jesus brought comfort to us in her demise. Glad that she was called Home to be with the Lord, in the arms of Jesus. Dearly missed and remembered always.

I remember how I used to tell my aunt "Po1po2 zu3 de4 zhou1 bi3 Mummy zu3 de4 zhou1 hao3 chi1." My mum's an amazing cook, by the way.