I spent a considerable amount of my childhood with them – and somehow it never registered that as I grew up, they were growing older.
Greying hair became white; brown bright eyes turned a murky-blue with cataract. 😢
The first time Mark brought me to that seafood eatery at a kampong, I just thought my grandparents would love it. The nostalgia of the surroundings – so much like the old Singapore. Wild dogs, houses on stilts, children running around barefoot (sometimes just fully naked as the day they were born)… And the salty smell of the ocean. 😌
It’s such a simple thing, really.
But it seemed to have meant the world to them. And it meant the world to me as well.
Just watching them smile and laugh in amusement as they observed the kampong surroundings; digging into the feast heartily; and then sharing their countless stories about their lives back when Singapore still had kampongs.
Ah, what a lovely Saturday. ❤ Should do this more often.
Go spend time with everyone in your life – and cherish those times, don’t be stingy with your minutes. Life is made of these meaningful and invaluable moments. Because people don’t last forever; so build memories that do.