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Lost days, pictures fade.
Iloveyou,you're amazing
Tuesday, January 26, 2010

One left, now the next left.
this is for you.

Although you're my great grandmother, people often assume we won't be close.
But they're wrong.
You took care of me when i was young, although only for a few days.
And i only have a vague memory of it.
You were the first person i attempted to speak cantonese to, when i was young.
You always tried to communicate with me and we often fail to keep a conversation, cause i often not know what to say.
I hold your hands and send you up to your house.
seeing you walk up the stairs with every painful step, it hurts and i always wonder, when will you be unable to do so, and what would i do to help.
But it never crossed my mind that you'll be gone so fast.
Yes, you're a 100 years old, but you could've live longer.

I miss the times when you sit at uncle's house, just watching tv.
Even the times you wanted to join the fun by playing cards during chinese new year.
CNY is coming, why.
You could've spend more time with us, and i'll promise i'll talk to you more.
But now it's impossible.

I always long to see you when we need to pick you up from yishun to grandma's house.
Cause you'll always be there to ask how are we.
Often you forget who am i.
Thinking i was someone else, but it doesnt matter.

I was suppose to visit you on sunday to clean up your house for CNY,
but bcos i woke up late, and bcos of my stupid laziness, i failed to go.
And came up with a stupid reason, saying there was no transport.
If only i went to visit you on that day, i could've talked to you the last time and seen you for the last time, but i didnt.
I regretted, really.

Yes, it's over, and it's pointless to regret.
But you were once so close to me and i cannot accept the fact that you're gone so fast,
I wna talk to you again in cantonese, and i promise this time we'll have a conversation.
But it is too late to say all these?

I miss you and i love you.
You're the most amazing great grandmother i have.
I wna hold your hand again, and walk you up the stairs.
I wanted to have a chance to piggy back you up the tedious stairs.
but.. it's over.

God, i thankyou for giving me such a beautiful angel who watched over me throughout the years.
I love her with all my might.
I would do everything to get her back.










ELYSIA GOH.
I really appreciate the times you stood by me when i broke down.
Tyvm!
luv you.

and all those who cared.
I'll be strong.
Cause i know she'll be watching over me through everything.

GreatGrandma, I'll think of you, and dream of you.