After the cremation was over and we returned to Fernvale (Godma's place), Aunt Carol was sharing with us how Godma used to care for so many people whom she felt strongly about that Aunt Carol used to call them Godma's strays.
And yes, I was one of the many strays. And I was proud to have been her stray... With her, there was always life's lessons to be taught. Thanks to her, I am the person I've become today. And because of the seeds she has sown in my life, I know I can live strong and she can continue to be proud of me when she looks down at me from above.
When I first knew her, she was just my Literature teacher whom I was very close to. I was a quite dim and always had to stay back to ask questions. She was often very patient with me and would use a lot of analogies to help me to understand (yes, that was how stupid I was!). Her patience made me admire her very much as a teacher and fuelled my passion for Literature. Although I enjoyed reading and watching movies, I usually do not think very deeply about them. She was the one who taught me how to look for similarities, parallels and symbols in the books and movies. Thanks to her, I never saw Matrix the same way again.
When I joined the Drama Club and had to work closely with her as she was the teacher advisor, she taught me the importance of standards and not to compromise and settle for second best. She always looked into the big and little details. To her, having the sofa placed right was never enough. There had to be a lovely throw over the sofa (which she brought from home) to cover how ugly the sofa looked. If it was the Valentine's Day production, she would bring rose-scented candles and perfumes to make the room smell nice. For Christmas production, it would be Christmas candles and potpourri. No matter how tiring setting up the set for our productions were, she would be working side by side with us. And lo and behold, by the time we were done, we would usually always wow people away with our set.
When putting up productions, she was teacher, actress, director, choreographer... all rolled into one. When we put up my last (as well as her last) dance drama, we practiced for 7 months to get it right and she would contort my body into strange movements so she could see what the steps she choreographed would look like. She would never make us do anything which she hasn't attempted in her mind's eye and by herself.
After months of Wed evening rehearsals (3 hours) and Sat rehearsals (8 hours), I was the most fit ever. I was 41 kg and acquired a 23" waist (which was never to be seen again) and for the first time in my life, I passed physical fitness test!
During the duration of that 7 months of preparation for production, she dragged us around shopping for costumes. Thanks to her, I now know where to buy costumes that would be value for money and how to embellish costumes using beads and feathers to achieve the effect I want. Because of her, I learnt the importance of value for money and thanks to her, I have learnt how to walk 10 shops to find the exact dress I want and at the price I want. She taught me the importance of thrift.
At a time when I lacked guidance, she took on a more pivotal role in my life and would often give me a gentle advice to nudge me in the right direction. Every time I felt lost and was unsure about what I should do, she was always a phone call away or I would hop down to her place and and long sessions chatting with her. She was a smart woman. She never told me what I should you. She knew stubborn lil me wouldn't have listen if she took that approach. Instead, she always asked me what I wanted and after I shared with her, she would list me the pros and cons of my decisions. Over the years, thanks to her, I learnt how to look further into my decision making. Because of that, I've learnt how to make wiser decisions. In the last 5 years, when I tell her about how things are going in my life and why I made the decisions I did, she always nodded, affirming that I've grown up and have become wiser. Seriously, I would never have been able to do that without her influence in my life.
She was also more innovative and forward than anyone of us. Before educators talked about using new media in teaching, she was already doing that. Back in 1998, she always did film and book comparisons and got us to think about how Shakespeare intended the play to be and how the film version differed and why. She was even able to hunt for Hindi movies that had a storyline that parallelled Hamlet and got us thinking about how cultural differences affected the slant of the play. In later years, she went on to using song lyrics to teach comparison poetries and would show MTVs from YouTube to help students understand the lyrics better. When she was away from school often due to her medical treatments, she set up a blog so that she would be able to post notes from home. New challenges have never frazzled her, she simply just embraced them...
Personally, she taught me strength, faith and courage. When we were looking at one of the photos taken in Melbourne by Richard of her at prayer, Aunt Carol commented how much faith and gratitude Godma showed when she prayed. Indeed, she was very grateful to God for each day she had. In the posts on her blog and her emails to Aruna (who printed them out and showed us at the wake), she counted each day she had with us as a blessing. Although cancer was a hard lover to her, she never blamed God for things that happened to her. She used her life as a personal story to constantly encourage others around her. When a girl in my college cohort came down with ovarian cancer and had to withdraw from school, Godma shut herself in the music room for over an hour with this girl so she could comfort and encourage her. When Daniel's friend discovered he suffered from leukemia, Godma met up with him and encouraged him which gave him strength to continue treatments.
To make us all feel better, she always tried to make light of situations. When she was warded in hospital to go for her spine surgery, she was ogling at the cute doctor who was telling her about the complications of the surgery which included paralysis. After the doctor left, she asked me if I noticed the name of the doctor so she could put a name to the cute face. Aunt Carol thought we were both quite stupid that we only noticed how cute the doctor was and not the seriousness of his explanations. When she went for her first radiosurgery, she would always tell us that it was a privilege to be selected as the first patient to use the machine on the spine cos the machine is usually used for neurosurgery.
Despite the difficulties, pain and sufferings that she went through, it had never stopped her from living life fully. She always did the things she wanted to do which also included taking her Master's in Literature when she was in her forties. Although she had to work harder than other students as she had not done academic writing for so many years as well as she had to defer semesters as she had to go for medical treatments, she struggled through and came out triumphant. She was very proud when she finished her course and could go up to the stage with her cane to personally collect her certificate.
Not only did she live life fully, she also encouraged others to. She would often nag at me to quickly finish my degree. When I finished my degree, she nagged at me to start my Master's. She would also often nag at me to date and not sit around her house so much. She tried fixing me up with a good Christian man like her pastor's son, new colleagues that join the school etc. Perhaps she felt that in singlehood, she missed out on motherhood. This probably explained why she 'mothered' so many of her pupils and paid special attention to the 'strays' (like me!). She probably did not want me to miss out on motherhood too.
I am grateful that she gave me Melbourne to remember. Those days were so much fun as we shared a room together. There was much fun and laughter during the trip and the best holiday photographs I have taken was in Melbourne.
I'm also glad we had a lovely celebration on Jeremy's 19th birthday together. I had a chef to come to the house to cook a lovely meal for us and although Godma's appetite wasn't great during that time, she loved the excitement of it. That was also our last celebration with her...
This weekend is the first weekend not spent with her and it just seems so strange... weekends are just not going to be the same again. In fact, Fernvale felt strange without Godma being there. When I slept over on Sunday night to ensure that the maids would be alright and not be overcome with grief, I just couldn't sleep. I had to hug Crinkles (her beloved bear) and hold her cross to get some peace. Christmas and New Year is also not going to be the same. I'm never going to be able to play with sparklers and poppers and not remember her. I'm also sad knowing that she would never get a chance to see me at my wedding (if there is ever going to be one) but I do know that if there was going to be one, she would have been the happiest to see her final wish fulfilled.
Godma has left a part of herself in the lives that she touched, including mine, and because of that, I will always remember her with fondest memories. The first year might be the hardest and yes, I will grieve but when the grieving is over, I will be strong and live life fully, with fond memories in my heart for she has given me many beautiful memories over the last 11 years.
Thank you and I will miss you always...
