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Friday, November 21, 2008 @ 11:10 PM

21Nov,

Today's Grandma's 69th pre-birthday celebration and we rang her up in Penang
I totally cried when i heard her voice, walked towards kitchen and wiped my tears while wishing her Happy birthday.
Though my aunts/uncles are living near her, or probably not that near, they've got their own family to look after. Its as though she's alone, imagine waking up alone, watching tv alone, eating alone, sleeping all alone in an empty house with no one to talk to.
Some/most would probably have to go though this at the later part of our lives, when your spouse's gone before you. Its sad, but inevitable.
I missed my Grandma, and the slightest thought of her will make me tear again.
I cant help, crying is my forte

So, im gonna stop thinking and go to bed, before my eyes swell like pig when i wake up tmr :(