So my grandmother left us at about 10.45am yesterday.(6th October).
In my opinion, she's already left us on Monday.
We stood around her, talking to her while catching glimpses of the declining levels of her heart rate, blood pressure etc.
There was no defining moment for her to leave us. Which is why I am not sure myself if she's really dead. Is she really dead?
I find it so hard to believe. We're cremating her tomorrow already; having the coffin in the house for too long gets too depressing.
It's a shock to everyone.
I don't think it's her time to go you know?
But at least she'll be accompanying my grandfather.
I walked out of a bakery in Taipan today at about 12.45pm and this really good looking guy in a sandwich board passed me a stressball promoting Maxis' latest package. Truly an angel from heaven. What perfect timing for a stressball.
I find it so hard to believe. We're cremating her tomorrow already; having the coffin in the house for too long gets too depressing.
It's a shock to everyone.
I don't think it's her time to go you know?
But at least she'll be accompanying my grandfather.
I walked out of a bakery in Taipan today at about 12.45pm and this really good looking guy in a sandwich board passed me a stressball promoting Maxis' latest package. Truly an angel from heaven. What perfect timing for a stressball.
Even the most dramatic television shows have yet to instill this type of storylines in their episodes. It's damn morbid.
Praying makes you cry. When you pray, you look at her photo. When you look at her photo, you think. You think about the past, you just cry somemore.
Praying makes you cry. When you pray, you look at her photo. When you look at her photo, you think. You think about the past, you just cry somemore.
Now I know what people mean when they say, "You think you've got problems?!"
At least phone calls will not be a nauseating experience any longer.
At least phone calls will not be a nauseating experience any longer.
