Friday Musings

I still miss popo a lot.
I yearn to hear her voice, to see her, talk to her, buy her favourite food for her.... but all I have left are memories.

I had a fall on Wednesday and I remembered I used to fall and injure myself at least once a year when I was in primary school. Popo would tell me to place the injured leg on the toilet bowl so that water would not touch it and sting the wound.

I dreamt of her again and for the first time, her face was right in front of mine. I'm not sure if it was a dream or I was just thinking of her. I cried badly and woke up with a heartache.

I walked past Breadtalk and thought of the pork floss bun she requested for the weeks before the left.
I thought of the carrot cake that I promised I would get her.
There's no next time or tomorrow sometimes. Seize the moment. We know it so well but we just don't practise it and only come to regret when it's too late.

I'm thankful I have a very supportive husband.
He was there when my grandpa passed away.
He was there when my grandma passed away. I wasn't.
He was there when I broke down a few days ago.

I wonder who would go first between the two of us and I'm not sure if I would prefer going first.
We'd see.