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Thank you sayang.

Watching P.S. I Love You made me cry. A lot.

In addition to that, it made me:

• smile a lot at the same time
• wish I was lyrically and musically talented
• want to leave little reminders of how much love I have all around for those I care about, right now
• wish I could speak with an irish accent
• want to watch it with someone else so we could share the “omgomgomg” moments together
• realise that it’s true, women really don’t know what they want, until you give it to them

:’(

P.S., I Love You.

You know, who you are.

I began typing this post about a week and a bit ago, but posting this had been delayed.

Yesterday morning my paternal grandmother passed away.

A little back story;

My grandmother’s health took a turn for the worst about 3 years ago, after a mild stroke I believe. She was fine after, she could speak, walk, and was very much still her sarcastic self.

She was hospitalized in Subang Jaya Medical Center, and as my family was away off to somewhere (I dont remember where), I decided it’d only be appropriate that I drop by to visit her. I asked Liyana to come along to accompany me.

We knocked on the door, and she was delighted to see us. She asked for an introduction to Liyana, I introduced her as a friend of mine, but she knew she was more than a friend  to me, haha.

Do you remember what she asked you? She asked for your full name, the name of your parents, what field you were studying in and where if I recall.

As we sat around her, she began to tell us stories.

She told us how and where she had met (arwah) my grandfather decades ago.

She told us how he had proposed to her, and described that moment in great detail.

Aboard a ship, in the Carribean, that’s where he proposed to her.

She told us about her younger years, and how she grew up to become a school teacher at Alice Smith International.

She told us about how she began to lose my grandfather to another woman, and how hurt she was, and still is.

And after she was done with telling us those stories, it was then time to go, and she tells me that she likes Liyana, and prays that we will get married and that we’ll give our parents many cucu’s.

Recalling this moment sorta makes me tear at the moment,particularly because it was at this moment, years ago, did I last have a conversation with my grandmother while she was still in a lucid state. As her condition and health began to deteriorate over the years, she began to lose the ability to speak (she would tend to mumble a lot) and in the latter part of her life she began to become increasingly paranoid and senile.

So perhaps those stories she told us, were ones she had only told us.

Those stories of love, found and lost, are ones I shall treasure for the rest of my life.

Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi Mak Tok.