So...thanks aunty baba for responding to my post. It really meant alot to me. I guess today i'm feeling better. Most of my major exams are over..[whew!] so now i still have to study for my science exam[oh faeces!] but i'm slacking....i'm enjoying my few last moments of my freedom before studying....again...Mother's day is around the corner and i'd like to wish all[because some people can act like mother figures] a soon-to-come Mother's day!

Talking about mother's day, i'm starting to feel for my dad. God, imagine being without a mother...i know i can't. Usually every mother's day, we would visit my grandma and buy treats and fruits for her. She used to love our company and she provided us with oh-soo-good food. After that,we'll open the tiny cake we bought her and then cut it to share among ourselves and then she will feed me an kc a piece. Sometimes it's hard to accept the fact that she's long gone. Hey, wanna go to grandma's....oh yeah...right...she's gone. The death of my grandma didn't only take a toll on papa but on the whole family. You have to really hold your tongue. My dad's side of the family is tearing apart because of the death.

Today,we are going to the beach where papa threw grandma's ashes[hindu thing, don't ask me] and have a moment of silence. I really don't want to see a grown man cry but if he does, he has us.

I had a friend once who lost her mum. It wasn't really a sad thing because she knew her mum was going to kick the bucket. Soo,when i heard that her mother passed away,papa,mummy and i rushed to go to the funeral that was held near by. When we reached there,we paid our condolences to the immediate family and then went to pay our respects to the deceased. She was calm but i felt scared because it was too silent and i was afraid that she might pop up and grab me. But i watched in agony as i saw Linda cleaning a look through glass panel right on top of her mother's face. She wiped it with her head tilted slightly in sadness. i knew that i had to talk with her. So, we went to the back of the church to talk.[ one thing i learnt that day was that i could not counsel.] But, lucky for me, she didn't need much counselling. She just told what happened and how she felt about the death. I was a good listener but i was no talker. After the funeral, i tried to always look up for linda everytime. She held her feelings in quite well. But when it came to mother's day, she had to cry. Why should papa be any different?

I guess in this post i shared a lot with you. Well, time to stop.

I'll leave you to think about these quotes:

-Death is never an end of an obstacle but at most the beggining of new steps
S.radhakrishnan

-He whom the Gods love dies young
Menander

-Without death , there can be no life
Krishnan Chander

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