#ReBlog: I wrote this at the beginning of this year, 2015…….I’m re-reading it on a morning when I mourn my cousin’s demise … just a little over 2 months since my granddad’s with the ache still so fresh, it feels like band-aid just got brutally ripped off my wound. Reading this….my heart is full. Full because I don’t feel like there’s anything else I should have done for these two and I didn’t. And I’m glad I realised that soon enough and so grateful that God actually gave me the time with them to love them the best way I knew how. ♥ ♡

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At the beginning of each year I have a few minutes with God; in this time, I thank him that the past year was not my last year alive. Or any member of my nuclear family. I don’t know how that came out, but I write it in the least selfish and least insensitive way possible….because I know that there are those who do not get to make it through the year.


Over the years, I have grown…and while at it, got to accept that death is something that MUST happen. That if we are going to cross over to the other side, to a side that we believe is full of all things beautiful, no pain and love overflowing, then death has to happen. I have lost friends, relatives and acquaintances….I have seen friends lose their dear ones; and as much as it is something you never get used…

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