One month since the day Dad left

It's been a month since dad passed away. I'm supposed to do up his blog nicely, but, the moment i open it up, the tears wont start to rain onto my keyboard. Lousy, hoh. I've got all those pictures but never got round to posting much. The memory is still very fresh in my mind, and i promise myself i have to get past this grief. I will get round to finishing the blog.

Each time an ambulance race by, it reminds me so much of the time dad had to be rushed to the hospital for yet another operation. The ambulance will come and go every now and then, but dad will never be here. I can never get the chance to "hau-soon" him anymore. I only have mom now. She's gone to stay with my sis for the time being as she cannot bear to be near his things. I was over to visit her yesterday. Glad to see that she's well taken care of.

If you still have both parents, do everything to love them when they are around. Not try to make up when they are gone. No point. They wont feel it. It's only for show, you get what i mean. I will do my best to love my mom, spend time with her, take her out, buy her nice things, and whatever makes her happy. No matter how busy i am, i will find the time.

This Sunday is Dad's 5-7. Meaning, it's the fifth week since he left. We girls have to be at his final resting place to pray that day. I'll most probably leave the kids behind with my in-laws and go there with hubby. Faisi chase after them. Gordon might even want to open up each door and say hello to those VIPs RIPs.