I think I haven't written one about her, and since it will be her birthday on the 29th of this month, I might as well try to figure my Grandma out.
Joan Marie Lopez, the lady whom I got my middle name from, also known as J-Lo, is going to turn 81, which means she was just 21 when she had my dad. From what I know, she was from Melaka, with a mixed heritage that has some roots in Europe. Her mom had green eyes and red hair (I wonder what line that came from?) and it's probably why my eyes change colour when I get all boozed up. However, from the time I remember, Grandma always had a salt and pepper mop, and her skin colour made her look a little more Caucasian than Eurasian. It's probably the reason why she fits in well in the UK.
She has a sharp tongue, and is probably part of the reason why my sis and I sometimes need to bite our tongues. The other half is probably from my maternal grandfather, who was just as witty and sarcastic as J-Lo. Another thing about her is that she's straightforward and isn't afraid to say what she thinks, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have tact.
It was quite obvious that the death of my uncle, her first son, devastated her. However I don't think it was because of the fact that he died, but more about the fact that she didn't know he was fighting to live, and that during that time, there would have been a least a bit of time to come to terms with what was happening. Well, I understand how she feels as we all didn't really know there was something wrong with my uncle until it was too late.
Since then, Dad has been trying to get them to come back to live in Singapore, however she feels that she has made a home in the UK. Hopefully I'll get to visit her one day over there and get to check out and understand her life even more.
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