My husband's grandmother died at 82 this week, November 7, 2006 at 10:40 pm. She will be terribly missed. She bore nine children and lived her life in the Southern mountains in Pingtung, Taiwan. She could only speak her native language [Paywan] and the Japanese language that she picked up during the time when the Japanese occupied Taiwan.
My husband and I were never able to communicate with her. I remember the very first time I met her...we couldn't communicate so she sang me a song instead and gave me an Aboriginal name.
It doesn't seem fair for her to suffer with physical illness before she died because throughout her life, she only ate tofu and wild vegetables from the mountains where she lived. She didn't smoke or drink like the rest of the native population. She first had problems with her eyes and the doctors did a surgery. Before she even recovered from her eye surgery, she started having pains and the doctors found stones in her kidney, resulting in yet another surgery to take the stones out. Sadly, she never recovered from the kidney stone surgery and she was hospitalized for about a month and then went into a coma. She was in a coma for twelve days before she finally died. I just wished she didn't have to suffer so much pain.
It doesn't seem fair for her to suffer with physical illness before she died because throughout her life, she only ate tofu and wild vegetables from the mountains where she lived. She didn't smoke or drink like the rest of the native population. She first had problems with her eyes and the doctors did a surgery. Before she even recovered from her eye surgery, she started having pains and the doctors found stones in her kidney, resulting in yet another surgery to take the stones out. Sadly, she never recovered from the kidney stone surgery and she was hospitalized for about a month and then went into a coma. She was in a coma for twelve days before she finally died. I just wished she didn't have to suffer so much pain.
