woke up to dad's knocking on my door. slept a lil longer, then went to pray. done praying, lay down next to gran.. and then gran told me she dreamt of him again.. reminisced the moments, the times, and the joys we shared when he was still very much alive. gran wept.. and i was there, next to her, hugging her, weeping silently on my own too.. gran wondered why he didn't take her with him when he passed on. and that very moment, my hurt broke into another million peices. life without him pretty much sucks at times, and i cannot imagine losing her.. i cannot imagine how i would have grown up without them..
i miss him, alot. i miss him, dearly. its amazing how someone's presence can be so regular that you don't miss him until you know you're sentence to his absence forever. everytime i see or listen to gran weeping, my heart etches. she lived with him for 45 years, 45 years.. almost half a centuary.. half a centuary you live with a person and then suddenly one day, poof! he has to pass on.. and 4 years later, you still haven't learnt to get over and live without the person.. cos you lived with him for over half a centuary.. even after he passed away...
so many times i wished you were still alive.. you're not. but you are still alive even after you're gone.. you're still very much alive in our hearts.. i pray God have mercy on his soul..
"Love is about how you stay alive, even when you're gone.."
-Tuesdays with Morrie, Mitch Albom
died-ed at
8:55 am
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someone please just dig a hole right here, right now and bury me six feet under. fatigue has taken over my body, draining every aspect of energy that is left in my soul. weekend comes, i lie in my so-called coffin, sleeping deeply.. and then the vicous cycle starts again.
Monday, 29 March 2004
i am not empty
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