Three days before my grandma's death, it was the last day that I met her. In Chinese culture, the number "three" symbolizes "alive". As I recall, it was a sunny day. The sky was very blue without clouds. It was not very hot and human in Hong Kong in May. I like that weather and atmosphere.
Since I live in the village, while my grandma was living behind Yuen Long Plaza near Big Traffic Road, I enjoyed visiting my grandma's home occasionally. During lunch hours, I bought a char siu rice box and then I visited my grandma's home, where was just 10 minutes walk from my home. Just spent an hour for a little happiness.
As I recall, I was so busy that I didn't have opportunities to sit down and chat with my grandma since graduating from my university. There were so many worries and uncertainties after graduation. I was always thinking about being jobless, finding a good job, studying a master's degree, learning new skills, meeting with new people for networking, pursuing my dream to be an author and relocating to a new place. I was always alone when I faced the difficulties in my life. However, talking to my grandma always relieved the tension inside my mind, even just spending 15 minutes. Indeed, she's a caring person who always tries to understand others. Til now, she's still my favorite family member in my family, though I don't like my siblings and my troublesome relatives.
"Ah po, I want to relocate to Thailand, which is full of digital nomads, where I can live with lower living expenses," I said.
"Please don't leave. I think I will miss you. I don't know when I can see you again if you leave..." My grandma was a little bit sad when she heard that I wanted to leave Hong Kong.
"Ok. I don't leave at this moment." I promised her.
"Ah po, I have to work, talk to you later." I said.
"Don't forget to bring an umbrella." My grandma asked me. She wondered why I didn't like to bring an umbrella.
"Thank you!" I took her umbrella finally, though I thought the weather was good enough.
However, it was dramatic.
I didn't know why it started raining after leaving my grandma's home. Maybe it's an interlude in a life. Maybe God hopes that the umbrella was given by my grandma was a kind of protection. I know that she didn't want me to face the difficulties alone.
The umbrella was the only thing that my grandma gave me lastly.
