Al-Fateha to my arwah nenek bedok who just passed away.
It really stabbed me deep that i didn't get a last chance to meet her cos the day that my family went to visit her, i needed to book in.
I don't blame NS though. Its just another responsibility that you have to honour. Lucky i called her that day and got to talk to her. Then, i felt something was wrong but decided to give it a miss and just pray for her health.
Anyway,
During the trip down to the cemetery, suddenly all those memories with her just rolled by. Her cooking i tell you, superb. Every rayer i will ask her to cook for me this special dish. i forgot the name. but still, sedap.
Oh. and she speaks fluent brit english too.
I don't understand why i have to let all these go through my head, but it makes me feel better, cos i remember her in a positive and happy manner.
So all,
no matter how bad someone treats you,
remember them for the good,
cos you never know who would remember you,
when you're dead next.
now back to camp. =|