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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

A number to remember..

13.. An unlucky number to some.. Divine to others.. No matter how u look at it, there will still be reasons to why it's memorable.. Whenever the page on the calendar meets the 13th, we will start walking down memory lane to reminisce the past.. Memories..

He's supposed to turn 29 today.. I can still remember vividly on how he would savour his cakes.. No matter how small it is.. And no matter how plain it is.. He lived every moment of his breath wif purpose.. I wish i could emulate him.. But alas, i'm juz dreaming.. He's the epitome of patience.. And a good son.. I wish i had bought him more gifts.. But i couldn't afford it most of the time.. And he doesn't mind.. Simplicity is him.. It hurts to see & to noe tat he wasn't around during the wedding.. How i wish i could have gotten tat brotherly handshake & a warm hug.. It's been nearly 5 years since he left.. But i still haven't gotten over it.. The moments.. The heart wrenching news.. Deeply etched in my heart.. It will be my fren.. As well as my foe.. HE noes wats best.. Even though we humans have the tendency to live in denial.. I had to accept it.. The bday gift tat i have for him now.. Prayers.. U will always be my beloved bro..

It's been 4 mths.. Lots of things have happened without her around.. And somehow, we all struggled.. Time will tell.. It was a big challenge.. More to a mental one.. Having to carry on wif the wedding preparations without the pillar of strength around was a big test.. Walking wounded.. And for us not being able to kiss her hand to ask for her blessings on the dias is heart wrenching.. But the one taking the bigger blow is definitely Atie.. Tat's her beloved ibu.. She cried while watching Jeritan Sepi.. Cos it reminded her of ibu.. I wish i could soften the pain.. I could juz console her.. She was closest to ibu.. And therefore i sympathize wif her.. Only time will tell.. The scars won't forget the wounds..

It's been a month since we have officially been certified husband & wife.. Lots of new things to uphold.. As a husband.. And as a wife.. We r certainly basking in our new roles.. May HE prolong this marriage wif lots of love and colour till the end of our lives.. Amin..

Tat's number 13 for us.. A number wif stories & memories.. Wat's urs?

To Hermi & Ibu.. Semoga Allah s.w.t mencucuri rahmat ke atas roh mereka.. Amin..

-Haf-





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