24 October 2013

I got it!

Finally, after over two years into the process, when I applied to stay in Quebec, and then applied to immigrate to Canada, I got the letter...

Confirmation of Permanent Residence!

My initial thought was to share this joy with my mum... For it was a month or so before she passed away that I started the final process. And she was happy when I finally made that step after years of waiting and putting it off-- mainly because her condition had been so unstable.

But I did it, and waited and waited and waited for over 17 months till this day. 15 October 2013, when the federal government of Canada issued me this statement.

Now I need to leave the country and re-enter to get the PR itself. Shame I just came back from the Netherlands, for it would have been a very meaningful return from there to here...

Finally, the wait is over.

22 October 2013

Sutty, home sweet home


Back in Canada, exhausted from the par few days, but I cannot rest. In front of the computer and my Canadian cat crawls into my lap. I put her on the floor, again and again, but she insists on being in my lap.

Curled up like a ball of fur, purring away happily, occasionally glancing at me... This was the same position my Dutch cat passed away in, in exactly the same lap. 

One day, this cat will pass away too. That will be another difficult emotion to process.

Departure

At brother's urging, I opened his door ever so quietely, and  saw him lying in his front with his little body half wrapped with the Peter Rabbit blanket that mum once gave him (I remember how excited mum was when she bought that, for it was on the same day sometime in October 2011, when I suprised visited her... She showed it to  me proudly along with some clothes she had bought for the then new born...). 

I watched his sleep a while, his little body, his little head with so much hair, his tiny arms... He is so beautiful, as well as cute. He reminds me of the little me, the way he's so cunning and curious, and he reminds me of my brother, the way he looks and how he has a stubborn side (maybe that's me too...). I wanted to kiss him goodbye,  to brush my hand through his soft hair again, but I let him sleep, and quietly closed the door behind me. 

Will he look for me when he gets up, the way he's been looking  for Kitty since she "left"? Though it's only been five days, it's as if we have become the best of friends, and he clings onto me  almost every moment he is awake. I love how he reaches to grab my hand while we walk side by side, how he hugs my leg-- something i used to do with mum a lot...  It's endearing to be wanted and sought after so much. every other sentence of babble there's a "su-su" (叔叔, meaning uncle). Apparently he points to my picture that's placed over my brothers computer, and he recognises me. He follows me wherever I go, even to the washroom or my bedroom and stands around while I try to work. He's such a happy child, and any little thing can send him laughing, roaring with laughter, and in turn major everyone else laugh.

I'll miss  you little buddy...

Once downstairs, my sisterinlaw was already in the kitchen frying eggs and making breakfast. Moments later she handed me a egg and cheese sandwich for on the road. I was very touched. In those few moments, I felt that feeling I have been longing for for so long... A sense of belonging, a sense of family and care. Feelings and emotions  I have long missed and longed for...


I packed the last few items into my suitcase, and let the daddy and baby bears hug one another goodbye. They were both gifts from the ex, and the big bellied daddy bear was with mum for almost two years before she passed. I gave the bear to my nephew, seeing as he developed a fondness of the bear. till this day, he still hugs the bear, and has stopped biting him, at least not as much, on the nose when his teeth were sprouting.

I looked at Kitty's bowl again, and imagined she was there. Of course she wasn't. Every morning, her  routine would be to hang around her food and water bowls and look at us walk around preparing breakfast or going about our  morning  routine. She would miauw and wait patiently to be fed, often sitting or crouching there elegantly like the beautiful cat that she is. But she is gone now, and that the emptiness of that space, of that furry being, can never be filled...

I hugged my sister-in-law and thanked her again for everything over the past few days. I told her to take good care, and expressed empathy for the fact it must bd such a handful at times with my nephew being so cunning and so playful. 
Her last words to me were to take good care and not to think too much. "Something you cannot force or hurry," she said. Was she alluding to the job hunt that I have yet to begin, the thing that my brother lectured me on for what seemed like ages... Or was she alluding to what I said the night before, almost in tears, telling my brother how lonely I am and that he forgets what it is to go home and be alone (albeit I have a cat...)


later in the car on the way to the airport, I told my brother how happy the child looks, and how he as a father has such an important role to play in giving the kid a stable home and environment. "Remember our parents, how they used to argue and stuff..." I said a peaceful and happy home is so important for the development of a child, and encouraged him to do more around the house. "It's sharing the burdens..." I said, it's the modern family, at least ny conception of it, and the way I'd love to have
later in the car on the way to the airport, I told my brother how happy the child looks, and how he as a father has such an important role to play in giving the kid a stable home and environment. "Remember our parents, how they used to argue and stuff..." I said a peaceful and happy home is so important for the development of a child, and encouraged him to do more around the house. "It's sharing the burdens..." I said, it's the modern family, at least my conception of it, and the way I'd love to have





 

21 October 2013

Sleeplessness

I sleep, but I wake up three or four hours later. I don't think it's the jet lag, for during the day I can go about working and spending time with my little nephew. It's a guilty conscience, I believe, it's the knowledge that I have "blood on my hands", this "damned spot" that doesnt wash off...

It's the knowledge that I killed some creature I loved so much and who placed her trust and her wellbeing in me, in us. And at the same I think to myself, rationally speaking, it's a cat! Just a furry cat!

Kitty's bowl and toys have not been touched, the grass that was grown for her is now ripe to eat. As I was paacking yesterday, my brother asked if I wanted to take some of her things with me back to canada. "I have no need for them anymore now that Kitty's gone..." Another sad silence descended on us all. They have no intention of adopting another cat,  at least not until the kid asks for one. It's too sad, my sister in law said. She sobbed while Kitty lay in my lap and slowly drifted away with her tongue half sticking out. " Too difficult to bear..."
And now I'm taking her toys from her to give to my other cat. Is that a cruel or ironic twist? It is not made easier when my nephew points to the food and water bowl at times and says "Kitty... Kitty?" He frowns and says "oh, oh..." when he does that .

Last night, the crematorium sent us a letter. Kitty was cremated officially on the night we brought her in. Too soon, especially according to my tradition of keeping the remains till an auspicious day, or at least till a week or two later. I now have the "duty" to include this in my annual letter to my mum/parents; she would be devastated, as she cared for that cat so much... Or maybe they are together now...

Merciful killing or guilty murderer?
I cannot help but think back that I authorised and paid for the needle to be put into her... How she struggled to crawl away when the first needle didn't take effect... How she looked at me with petrified eyes as she tried to crawl but her legs had gone limp... And then the vet gave her another shot, by which time she was on my lap... And another shot to make sure the job is really done. To make sure she's really asleep. Permanently asleep... It is exepriencjng this that I realise how really cruel and inhumane capital punishment is.

My karma bank has taken another large withdrawal... And again my conscience, my mind, my soul, my very being cannot sleep and am feeling so tortured by this "damned spot"...

Eve of departure

He means well, the intention I'd kind hearted and to my benefit. Just the words and sounds are received as concedending and lecturing, just my very stubborn and  set mind is resisting the willingness  to listen.

Why? Because you feel misunderstood, you feel judged and under attack, because you feel nobody can really know how you feel deep inside. That realisation can make me feel like I want to breakdown and cry. That realisation can make me long for mum and dad all the more...

I am so tired, so very very tired now.