at about 10 years ago, a girl sat at a back of the car after a visit to her granny's. and all of a sudden she cried, because an image she feared so much flashed through her mind. and now, the girl's greateset fear is about to come true. a fear that haunted her 10 years, 'would this be the last time i see her?'. the eternal question that has been running through her mind for 10 long years. and now, this question seemed so real. seemed so relevant. and she finds herself asking this more frequently, with more intensity, and with more worry.
my grandmother is cancer-stricken.
and the docs said, 'be prepared'.
i guess i was prepared 10 years ago? i dun mean to be such a pessimist and a 'believer of death' at such a young age but it just astonishes me how i can see a healthy old person at one moment and his/her corpse at another. i guess i knew that since i was young. but did that help? taking a person for granted was what i have done for the past 10 years. making excuses not to visit, or even dreading when i do, not talking to her, not interacting with her. gosh. a man's life, so short yet not treasured. reading minqi's blog just reminds me of myself...
10:31 PM
blessed.