Monday, July 03, 2006

The fake ending of Doraemon was so sad and touching; just can't bear to see Nobita being left all alone. Fake ending was somehow a good ending, Doraemon came back! Alright, there's a child in me when I still enjoy watching cartoons.

It leads to another thought, all things must end; won't they? Be it good or bad. Take for example a relationship, no matter how good it is; it will end one day. A friendship ends when the other partner passed on, something sour took place or some misunderstandings. A marriage ends when the other partner passed on, divorced.. All things come to an end, but one thing never. God's relationship, covenent, promises and love for us will never. That's a comforting one :)

Lately, I've been having thoughts that Grandma might be leaving soon. Don't know why, but I'll get all tense and scare. I admit I am afraid of lossing her. She has been my gurdian angel since the day I step into her life; for all that I can remember, she stood by me all the way. When I was doing badly in school, she cheered and encouraged me to try harder. From the bottom, I came to the top. When I talked about my "impossible" dream, she didn't deny it but supported me. When I wanted so much to go on a trip, she sponsored me. When I was sick, she's always concern; her prayers for me never stops. She worries if I come home late, if I didn't take my meals, if I didn't do well for my studies, if I'm going to places I have not been to. Without her, I wouldn't have kept to my path. I just wanna say, Thanks for being my gurdian angel, a motivator, a story teller, a comfort and a shelter. Whenever I'm feeling down, she will be there to comfort me. When I'm scare, her words will give me courage. However, I haven been a really nice granddaughter. Only me, I shouted at her, made her cry and put in so much.

I can only tell myself that the place where she will be going is much better than on Earth. She will be happier. We are not apart, we'll meet again soon. Love you, grandma.

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