Over the weekend, I attended the wake of our Poh-Poh, Ing-Fen Hsu Jeng, who died January 15, 2011 at the age of 85. Technically she’s my husband’s sister‘s husband’s Poh-Poh (maternal grandmother), but I’m calling her Poh-Poh because she was a woman who loved everybody as her own family. I didn’t know Poh-Poh terribly well, but I see and know the fruits of her love through her family. I’m thankful I had the chance to attend her and Gong-Gong’s 60th wedding anniversary a few years back, and it was the sweetest celebration to join in, especially as a newlywed at the time.
A snapshot of their 1948 wedding.
One after another, family and friends relived stories about what a big heart she had towards others, and some of her grandchildren shared how they always found it weird that Poh-Poh never cooked for them (the cooking was Gong-Gong’s job). Hearing these stories made it so sad to say goodbye, but we pray with great hope that God’s mercy has brought her and Gong-Gong together again in eternity.
After coming home from the service, I immediately thought about my own grandmothers, and how fortunate Tim and I are to still be able to talk to and Skype with all four of ours today. And how happy were we to visit Thailand last summer to celebrate Arpor’s (my maternal grandmother) 90th birthday and Khun Ya’s (my paternal grandmother) 92nd birthday with them!
Having lived my whole life in the States with most of my extended family residing in Bangkok, I only saw my grandmothers once every 3 years at best. Still, I have many fond memories of them, and food plays an important part of those memories. I’ll be posting a few of those memories (as well as new memories from this past trip) in a mini-series to come. In anticipation of those posts, I’d like to ask y’all…
What are some of your fondest memories of your grandmother(s)? I look forward to reading your stories!