Because it takes guts to live
18 April 2018, 1650H 5 years since I texted you 'Morning Fats' or randomly texted you during working hours just to irritate you and to make sure that you are still alive and surviving the long day at work. 5 years since I last saw your face and heard your voice. Some might say "Wow! … Continue reading 5 years on
What does it mean to be brave? What are qualities must a person portrays/demonstrate to be considered a brave person?’ It’s been 4.5 years since I last saw my sister in person, and for the past 4.5 years, I tried my best and did everything I could to build a life around grief. I thought … Continue reading I’m not brave after all
‘After the readings, you will be given some time for the eulogy. May I check who will be reading the eulogy? Her sister or her mother’ Sneaking in a glance at my mother’s facial expression, without much thought; I volunteered to read the eulogy. Perhaps, it was the adrenaline due to the lack of sleep … Continue reading A Eulogy
“Imaginary friends are a common manifestation for many kids across several developmental milestones.” I was told that as I was growing up; I had an imaginary friend. However , I started to spend lesser time talking and playing with my imaginary friend; such that my imaginary friend eventually disappeared. As weird as it … Continue reading Grief Gracefully
Soon it will be the holidays To many it’s the best days Of their lives. However, many are trying to survive The dreaded holiday season And grief is the main reason Nobody knows how much we are hurting deep inside We try our best to push these emotions aside But yet we still end up … Continue reading Last Christmas
Death? What is death? At a young age of 6 years old, it was the first time I experienced death of a loved one in my family. My paternal grandfather passed away. I was never close to my paternal grandfather. During the wake, I had the time of my life: I was happily playing at … Continue reading Shh… Don’t say the D word
“Three weeks ago, on a family vacation in Berlin. I stood in the middle of Alexanderplatz, next to Primark and panicked. My phone wasn’t in my bag, and I couldn’t remember where was the last place I left my phone. As i searched the aisle of Primark for my phone, several thoughts clouded my … Continue reading You’ll always be part of our (Facebook) memories
Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes But it is the only thing that I know When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing that makes us feel alive I spent Sunday night third wheeling and singing along to Mr Sheeran. Yes, third-wheeling because unlike … Continue reading Hello Mr Sheeran