Moing, I have lots to say.. but one word is that I MISS U.
Coming back last summer was different compare to all the other years.
You Dissappear in the Midst of time and space.
I tried to be cool acting like its OK.. wearing the mask of JOVIAL heart
but my heart is weeping.. while looking at ur dolorous event.
i am angry, why you didn't gave me the chance to say GOODBYE...
Should I be grateful to God, where He allowed me to saved my DRAMA OF EMOTION to myself..
I know, every time i come back for holiday, its not like I spent so much time with You..
but simply when you are around. it make things go nicely.. my mom have her gossip partner, i have you to back up in case of danger state, telling you the whole experiences of being bullied by the russian...
my last summer with you, didnt even gave me a warning that this might be my last time to see you get agitated with the violent character on the drama series..
its true as it have written, it come and rob you without giving you a SIGN
I recall in my younger days, you cooked sambal ikan bilis with a lots of onions... this is the only way i learn how to eat my portion of onion.You did it out of LOVE, even cripple on ur wheelchair... U still insist to do all our favorite cuisine.
You pampered me very well.. it dont have to be so luxurious but it simply touch my heart when i recall it now and then.
We do have pride as human, sometime i think my EGO, is inherited from you..
we had few arguements, we don't talk.. we don't see each other.. but deep down how we wish we can break this chain that became the boundry between us.
It make me smile, when i recall coming to you for some financial support..."moing, hutang rm5, rm10 sia mo p jalan2"... and u said " jangan lupa bayar.. if not i masuk buku 555" from your little shop
demand increase gradually ... as year pass..
Blessing in Disguise, Nursing you during the tough time have been a bit of inspiration to what i'm today..
Even on ur wheelchair, U find things to ease ur pain by doing ur mini sundry shop...
At least U said, it will draw my mind away for once from this suffering. to lighten my burden by being occupy with all the sundry shop matter...MY LITTLE THERAPY BAH THIS .. u said...
A lot of funny and stupid stories being told...it sound LAME, i admit.. but it enough for us grandchildren.. to recall the little jokes from MOING TONDU...
All your grandchildren. have taste ur generous heart.. not much is given but the heart that is giving COUNT...
67 years of living, u had taste the worst and the best.. the sweet and the Bitter...
the joy and suffering..
sometime I still wonder why didnt you stay longer...
but somehow my bro told me, be grateful " Moing is freed from her worldly suffering"
Now... wherever you be after death, either a few steps toward the glory of God..or maybe in a place where we call PURGATORY.. somewhere for clearance..
What else more greater beside a hopeful prayer.. for the departed Love one...
Till one day I believed You be among the saints watching us down.. looking at my cycle in turning mother to a super cool granny like u...
till one day we meet again in His KINGDOM...
in loving memory of LILY LOILIN GANAI..
one year have pass.. but ur fragrance of beauty still living among us....
Revelation 14:13
And I heard a voice from heaven saying, “Write this down: Blessed are those who die in the Lord from now on. Yes, says the Spirit, they are blessed indeed, for they will rest from their hard work; for their good deeds follow them!”
And I heard a voice from heaven saying, “Write this down: Blessed are those who die in the Lord from now on. Yes, says the Spirit, they are blessed indeed, for they will rest from their hard work; for their good deeds follow them!”
