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Sunday, April 30, 2006

Lifes indeed a mystery and they fragile...we dun noe hw much someting meant to us till its gone...Im writing dis in favour of someone...to spread dat life is something we shld treasure and every moment spent shld be counted...Tragedy struck mi family last night...Shes gone...I dunno her dat well but i do noe her...and we seem to had converstaion in some time...Seeing her on the deathbed..heartshatteredemotion..although we are nt close still i feel it..lik a knive in ur heart dat carved it out and bleed wit ur stomach churning..the amount of sadness..indescribeable...I tot i would nvr felt dis way animore after mi gramps death..i tot im stronger to face dis but i was wrong...ibreakdown...lik i did dat dae..Death...a word dat feared every man and women on earth...but still i saw her peacefully laying rest...wat iziit??i dun understand...and as i watch mi grama whos too old to stand and spread the flower on her dead sister,all she could do was to pray dat her lovely sister rest in peace..Sympathy for mi grandma...love her...and as her sons which was a tough person and farnie which i noe in mi whole life...Breakdown but still hold his compose...Death seem to break everyone even the strongest person...a son dat so strong and willful came and kiss her on her forehead with tears...a last kiss dat he may nvr get to give animore...i breakdown as i watch these event..i dun understand y though im nt close..maybe its because of a relative feeling inside...something dat hit swtich on when i heard one of mi living realtive pass on or maybe juz dat im weak...wat izzit..sadness?sympahty or maybe guilt dat u could nvr get to noe dat person better..cos they gone...
Hearing mi uncle tryin to cheer himself up...He ask his mum when she was alive and sick..."so where will it be ur last?The hospital or home?" she answered wit a smile..."mi home...Mi sweet home...."As she brought to the graveyard everysome seems to breakdown even more those dat noe her swit soul and smile...in the ground she lays beside mi gramps...Rest in peace....I wish i could noe u better...


6:52 AM

Ithnin
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