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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

10 days after your passing...

I still feel that you're around... I have the tendency to go into the room and look at your bed. You used to lie on the bed watching tv. It hurts to see the empty bed. That day i happened to find the new comforter sheet that you bought from ikea. I saw the frames that you bought. it hurts to see those things.

Last sunday, we went to visit your grave. When i saw your name on the nisan, I still couldn't believe that it was really you. I went there twice that day. once with the family and once with haf. i made a heart shape with white orchids and the 9 red flowers in the middle symbolise ayah, your three beloved children, your son-in-law, your two future children-in-law and your two nieces. InsyaAllah, i will take care of your grave like how i took care of you and not forgetting the doa after every solat. InsyaAllah, one day, i will take ayah and teach him how to get there by bus. in case at any point of time he misses you, he can make his journey there on his own.

10 days have passed and i've dreamt of you twice. last night, i dreamt that you hugged me to sleep. it was nice and it felt real.

i miss you and i miss you so much...





'nuff said
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