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Attended a wake yesterday nite. My godfather’s mom passed away at the age of 79 years. She was my mom’s godmother. Me and my cousin called her “mee mee poh poh”. Mee as in noodles. She used to sell noodles near the place where we lived which was walking distance from my late grandmother’s house in Taman Sri Melati.

Apparently she was from the same town where my grandparents hailed, Batu Gajah. Well, I just got to know it yesterday. My cousin and I was remisnicing the days when we’re just about 3-4 years old when my granny would push the stroller with my cousin on it and I follow…. to the mee stall for breakfast every morning. Then later when the mee stall was relocated to the market in Selayang Jaya, grandma will take us on bicycle to the market every morning. My cousin will be in the front of the bike while I sat behind. If memory serves me right, my cousin was put in the basket. Granny will be chatting with mee mee poh poh and the other aunties at the stall. You know lah, market place. My cousin and I will be playing around.

Yesterday my cousin even said to some one…. “we ate her noodles when we were growing up, we grew up with her noodles”. Hmm…. thats true. Granny had been eating prawn mee and curry mee at her stall every morning without fail. If it’s not prawn mee, it will be curry mee for the day. Me and my cousin had wan tan mee every morning. I don’t know, but we can have the same good food from the same shop everyday if we like the food. Granny was like that, I’m like that…. perhaps my cousin is also like that. Sometimes, we just reluctant to go to another place to eat the same thing if we have a particular shop which sells the food we already like the taste.

Well, rest in peace, Mee Mee Poh Poh. Her coffin was buried at the Cheras Christian Cemetery this morning.