it was quite a surprise actually. everything was normal when i pass by their house that morning when i went to terendak hospital. then in the evening when i came home, i saw a paper with name and arrow showing direction to some house, where you can find it when there is people pass away. it wasn't there in the morning so i was quite curious about it. i didn't have to chance to see clearly.
so when i took the junction to my house, i saw there are people in my neighbor's house trying to set up the tent. only then i know she passed away.
went to pay respect this morning before sending my sister off to her college. her eldest son is my sister classmate in primary school.
how sad to think of her kids are still so young and she already passed away. her second son which have autism was crying and ask why his mother leave him... he has autism but he is clever, and his mom spent so much time on him so that he will be able to live a normal life... how much a mom can scarified for her son...
when there is funeral, it's full of sorrow. i don't know should i define it as good or bad, as she finally freed from all the suffer, but being left behind her family, that's sad.
it's so hard to face separation.
after some time, we will get use to it. as if they have went to somewhere else for holiday... just like my friend Sandra, my grandfather and grandmother, and my neighbor.......
You can shed tears that she is gone
You can shed tears that she is goneOr you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
Or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she's gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
-Anon-
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