Nothing But Memories!!!!!
Nothing much happened last week... Everything remained the same as it is... What i was about to put in here this week was just memories, just a flashback and a present one too... Nothing about school, really... This is specially dedicated to my grandaunt who passed away 6 years ago... She was the only one i believed that had my full respect and the only one who doted on me the most... I will never forget what she did for me in the past, her actions, her feelings and etc.... you see... today, all of us went to pay respect for our dead relatives, including my great great grandparents and so on... The place is located at Lim Chu Kang and for those who might have gone before, knows what im talking about. Of course, i hate to go there, not only its muddy but lots of blood-suckers, mosquitoes... I went there for only one reason, that is to pay respect to my grandaunt. Lots of beautiful memories that i had with her came flashing back and suddenly, i felt that i had taken everything for granted...
Nothing but memories... why she had my full respect was because of what she did for me. With her around, i felt that even a ferocious storm were ahead of me, i could passed through it without any worries... She would try and buy me anything that i liked for me and as far as i'm concerned, even things that considered minor, she would try and helped me got them done. My most unforgettable memory about her was that she would rashed to the bus-stop, just to pass me two pieces of bread... i even remembered that she fell on the way to pass that two pieces of bread to me and injured herself. Of course, when we were young, we lived lives happily with nothing like 'feel bad' or whatsoever. But now as i looked back, i really felt bad about it... There are far too many memories that i dun think i can list them all down. during those day, i was really very dependent on my grandaunt to the extend that i could do nothing right without her.
During the night before her death, i went to the hospital to see her... trust me, seeing her limbs and arms swollen really made my heart ached and it was that time that i finally knew i really can't live without her... Upon receiving the news of her death the next day, i really lost for
words. I really dunno how to react to such news. i blamed myself for if i had not went to see her the previous night, she wouldn't have gone... from what i heard from my parents, i was the last person she wanted to see before her death. At the same time, i blamed the doctors for not saving her... i told no one about this and it had been hidden in me for 6 years... Not long after, i came to face the facts that she is gone and i remembered telling her in her funeral that i will be independent and let no one bully me or whatsoever... But it seems that i was unable to achieved what i promised. Honestly, now that she is gone, i had hardly anyone to talk about my problems, be it in school or at any where... I really miss her sometimes...
Nothing but memories... why she had my full respect was because of what she did for me. With her around, i felt that even a ferocious storm were ahead of me, i could passed through it without any worries... She would try and buy me anything that i liked for me and as far as i'm concerned, even things that considered minor, she would try and helped me got them done. My most unforgettable memory about her was that she would rashed to the bus-stop, just to pass me two pieces of bread... i even remembered that she fell on the way to pass that two pieces of bread to me and injured herself. Of course, when we were young, we lived lives happily with nothing like 'feel bad' or whatsoever. But now as i looked back, i really felt bad about it... There are far too many memories that i dun think i can list them all down. during those day, i was really very dependent on my grandaunt to the extend that i could do nothing right without her.
During the night before her death, i went to the hospital to see her... trust me, seeing her limbs and arms swollen really made my heart ached and it was that time that i finally knew i really can't live without her... Upon receiving the news of her death the next day, i really lost for
words. I really dunno how to react to such news. i blamed myself for if i had not went to see her the previous night, she wouldn't have gone... from what i heard from my parents, i was the last person she wanted to see before her death. At the same time, i blamed the doctors for not saving her... i told no one about this and it had been hidden in me for 6 years... Not long after, i came to face the facts that she is gone and i remembered telling her in her funeral that i will be independent and let no one bully me or whatsoever... But it seems that i was unable to achieved what i promised. Honestly, now that she is gone, i had hardly anyone to talk about my problems, be it in school or at any where... I really miss her sometimes...