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I’ve been dreading today; 12th April 2012. Mainly because I knew that when today arrives, I would have to accept the fact that you’ve been gone - for a year.
When you left, there was a giant hole in my heart. And I think it is still there. I thought it would heal with time, but now I don’t think it ever will. I don’t even know how I made it through a year without you. I’ve been missing you, and it gets so hard to breathe at times.
Despite having memories of last minute flights back home, weeks in the hospitals and remembering how sick you were, I’d rather choose to remember you as the grandmother who brought us ice creams after school, buying us Nelson’s corn in the cup at BSC and treating us to bai roti in the evenings. You were an amazing grandmother, who loved her family unconditionally.
They say it’s a broken heart, but my whole body hurts. There are so many things I’d like to say to you, but most of the time I don’t know how.
When all my faith is gone, you bring it back to me. If you were here with me, I’d know which way to turn.
Al-fatihah to my grandmother, Tok.
Everyday, I am counting my blessings for having had the opportunity to see such beautiful places, one of them being Cape Town, South Africa. Maybe I am a little biased when it comes to these things, but to those of you who keep returning to London, New York, Melbourne, etc for your yearly holiday, I suggest you take an alternative route and see the rest of the world, if given the chance. :)