My grandma passed away on 12.10.10. I'll definitely miss her alot.
Was asked to give a eulogy, so here is the exact one i gave during the funeral mass in church. Thought that I would keep it offline but knowing me, I'll lose the paper soon so here it is.

Eulogy

I will always remember my grandma as a loving and family-orientated woman. Although she was known differently to all present here, she was affectionately known to my cousins as 'mama', and to me as 'por por'.
Por Por raised me when I was young. She took me to school, cooked for me daily and "forced" me to eat healthy food in front of the television. I remember that once she was walking down the staircase (on one of her daily routines to fetch me to school) and she fell down the steps. I was very worried and terribly relieved when she made it through that.
Because I lived close to her, I visited por por and spoke to her on a regular basis. Besides helping me to pick up cantonese, por por would tell me stories about her past- through the Japanese occupation where she lived on a pig farm. She would also sing songs in cantonese and share with me old cantonese sayings and beliefs. I would just listen.
Por por would constantly flood me with snippets of advice about not staying out too late for safety and choosing a partner not based on looks but character. After my father passed on, she told me to constantly take care of my mother and to look after her. My grandma was a source of comfort to me. This was despite her not being to speak much English apart from "milo" and "eat".
When I became a journalist intern, she would look through my articles everytime I brought them over. Even though Por Por couldn't understand them, she never failed to show that she cared. She would read them and share them with her other friends when they came over to visit. She would also constantly fret about the dangers of journalism and ask me to be a teacher instead. She was safe like that.
My grandma loved to cook. She used to cook for our big family- curry chicken, bee hoon, tonics, red eggs, you name it. She ensured that we were all well-fed. Before I was baptised, I used to envision God's heavenly feast as just 10 or 20 times bigger than my grandmothers. But I'm sure its more than that...
Even when Por Por was diagnosed with kidney troubles two years ago, she loved mahjong and would brighten up whenever I came over to play. She was very considerate. Whenever we mixed mahjong tiles, she would go "shh" and ask us to mix it softly. She didn't want to annoy the neighbours.
Por Por's last words to me were said on a Friday, just four days before her passing. She said "Belle, you xin" in cantonese. She told me to study hard amd take care of my mum. I then told her to sleep because she sounded very tired. When I left the room, I was in tears because I knew she wasn't feeling too well.
When Por Por was in the icu, my friend who visited me shared with me a piece of art work. It consisted of a stack of cardboard boxes from left to right, like a staircase up to a certain peak. After the peak, it showed a declining heart rate to zero. It struck me as I realised that it is inevitable that we will all die, and go back to where we started at point zero. "From ashes we come, and to ashes we will return", it's a biblical saying. My grandma built her life not through certifications and achievements, but through maintaining peace and a strong kinship among family members. It is amazing how one person can be the glue the bonding strength of an entire family.
This is what I will always treasure, as although por por is in heaven now, what she built earthly in ties and memories will be forever remembered.
Por Por spent 4 days in the icu before she passed on. Our family was around her when she went peacefully.
It's sad to know that I wouldn't be able to unravel more of her earthly life and understand her better. Like I wouldn't be able to tell her about my day and ask her about hers anymore. But I take comfort that she is in your heavenly kingdom, playing mahjong, cooking and feasting in a place where there is no pain and suffering. It is a better place. Till we meet again, you will be fondly missed, por por. <3