In remembrance

Dearest Ruby

 

It is hard to accept that you are not around anymore, and it pains many of us to learn about your passing. You have been a contant light in many of our lives; a light that holds true and dear. You welcomed us into your home whenever we come to visit. You allowed us bring forth truth and light in your humble presence time and again. For that, we are truly grateful.

 

You are in a better place now, a place where there is no sadness, no disappointment; only love. As we gather our emotions, and come to grasp with your loss, you will forever be remembered and loved. Thank you for coming into our lives. As the saying goes; the night is darkest before dawn. We mourn, but in acceptance, we heal.

 

Till we meet again, my friend.

Loss of a Friend

Nerissa Morton

A loss of a friend hurts
The loss of a best friend hurts more,
But it is never a true loss;
Everyday you will see something that reminds you of them
This will bring a memory;
A memory of the times you speant together
Followed by another;
A memory of how you went your seperate ways
They will always be in your mind;
They never really leave you.

Fortune Cookie Quote of the Day: "The hard times will begin to fade. Joy will take their place."

Not giving up.

No, I have not given up on this blog yet. =)

 

It has been 2 wonderful weeks since I started this job. The past 2 weeks has had its ups and downs. Ups being exposed to a myriad of different events, interacting with people and seeing an event through from beginning to end. The downs are mostly sitting infront of my desk and opening the same folders over and over again. It is very true, what a good friend has shared with me yesterday, that sometimes my job does not give me the challenge that I crave. Sitting infront of the computer waiting for emails to come in, or simply looking through a file and 'acting busy' can degenerate the brain cells a lot!

 

Perhaps it is still a honeymoon period for me. I am still learning the works of the organization, and at the moment, I am slowly absorbing the culture of the work environment, preparing for future challenges. But still, at times it is rather frustrating to be unable to set into motion some of the ideas I have, as I am not familiar with the procedures or what to do to set them into motion. Patience, my young padawan. You must learn to walk before you can run, and eventually soar.

 

This morning, I got a rather shocking piece of bad news just before going to work. I received a sms from my cousin, saying that my paternal grandfather had suffered a stroke a few hours earlier, and has been admitted into the hospital. The news hit me with a shock, but I did not panic. Good thing my cousin ended the sms saying that his condition is stable.

 

My paternal grandfather and me share an unspoken closeness. It has been almost 20 years since my father passed away due to stroke. When I was young, my grandfather has taken over the role of a guardian for my sister and me. Even though he is already in his late 70s, he still fondly remembers the times when I was young, when I was a pesky little boy who refuses to go to school (kindergarten). He will drag me all the way from home to school, and make sure I stay there, and never fail to be there to pick me up when school ends. My grandfather lives a very simple life. He is very happy with just coffee and bread as his staple food, and spends most of his time tidying the house and doing the household chores. You cannot detect a single tinge of worry in his eyes, only Love, for his children and his grandchildren.

 

Today, after work, my mum, sister and me went to the hospital to visit him. As we drove to the hospital, I hummed a silent prayer for him to be well and recovering. Just as we were reaching the hospital, I spotted a rainbow arching across the sky. It is a good sign! Telling me not to worry and my grandfather will be protected and well taken care of. Walking to the ward and his bed, it was reminisce of 20 years ago. Back then, after my dad suffered a stroke, I was brought to his bed before he passed on. That was the last time I seen him alive, lying on the bed sleeping in a slightly contorted position. Mouth open, eyes closed with a breathing device attached to his nose. When I saw my grandfather just now, he was in a similar position, mouth open, eyes closed and all.

 

I sat beside him, watching him sleep while my mum and sis chatted with my cousin. I tried waking him, but he was sleeping, even snoring at times. We learnt from my cousin that he had fallen down early this morning in the toilet, the cause is still unknown. The doctor suspects it is a mild stroke, and he suffered some cuts on his left hand due to the fall. I had to take a toilet break. When I came back, I was pleasantly surprised that my grandfather has woken up. He looked at me with his loving eyes as I walked towards the bed. It was as if I was 5 years old once again, from the way he looked at me. I knew he is very happy that we are beside him, and all I can try to do is give the same amount of love back to him, and more. He will be alright, I know it. There are many friends and guardians in the ward looking after him, I could sense it. He started chatting with us, and his hand is no longer pain. He can even move his arms and legs freely. 

 

Thank you God for looking after him. Let him recover well and soon.

 

Fortune Cookie Quote of the Day: "Success is to be able to spend your life in your own way."