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Tuesday, September 6, 2011 @ 1:11 AM

Death. So humbling, yet poignant. If it's any one thing that we can confirm in our living soul, is that we are sure to pass on one day.

3 years ago, I lost my only grandmother to pneumonia. 2 days back, my grandfather passed in his sleep. It wasn't so bad this time round. I could actually control my emotions. Funeral was a pretty short affair this morning. We all gathered around the grave, did some prayers and left. Solemn and serene, an unexplainable aura of loneliness swept across the cemetery, leaving me cold and abit helpless.

Why do one only remorse when one is dead. Why do one only care to do so much things for the dead but yet when the being is alive, one neglects? There are too many whys, too many in which how one treats a dead and an alive. Sadly, the difference is actually huge and oblivious.

Dear Grandpa, thank you for these past 26 years of your constant prayers and thoughts to me. This time, it is my turn to return those prayers back to bless your good soul. Amen.



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