It's true what they say...

"You don't know how much you really love someone until you lose him/her."

I just woke up from a bad dream. You see, I have only one grandparent left and that's my Apong Piling. She's 87, but she can still move around and do some work. She does her chores a lot slower now but we don't really expect an 87 year old to even work right? Before I came to Vancouver I spent a few days at my folks' and had a little time to spend with her and the family. I said goodbye to her when I left. I told her it was going to be a real long time before I see her again.

Today I dreamt of her... not in the state where I left her. In my dream, she can't remember me anymore. She asked me questions, and she asked them in a mean way, like she didn't trust me. After answering all her questions about y identity, I saw some recognition in her eyes and I hugged her, overwhelmed with relief. Then she asked me something else, and I realized she mistook me for another person. Not good, I told her I was JR, her grandson. I immediately felt lost when I saw her cry, thinking how much it would hurt not to be remembered by a loved one. So much more for her, how much would it hurt not to remember?

I am worried about her. I pray to God she's okay. I love her so much.