Funny how every thing seems so small and redundant in the face of death.
How rushing for lessons, being in a temper seem so ridiculously small after a few seconds on the phone. Receiving news was a pain, passing the news to others was anguish. Accepting the news? Pure torture.
I regret the fact that i have never sincerely called you every time i see you during family gatherings or functions. How precious time seems to be for you as your son's wedding approaches.
The times you carried me when i was a baby and the times you carried your grand daughters or your sisters when they were still babies has been engraved in our hearts.
You will always be dearly missed.
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