Mak - 2 Years


Remembering Mak does not make me a pathetic. It's inevitable. Her reminiscences are everywhere. I treasure each memory. These memories remind me that I once had a great mother. They are not something I mourned or be sad about. I would not trade anything in this world for them - I don't want to forget. I prefer to talk about her like she never even leaves.

I can't really tell... Deep in my heart, moment without Mak feels more than just 2 years. It's a tiring journey. But on the contrary, it feels like yesterday. Everything is vivid and clear. Memories of her are like patches on my reality. They hold things together - just like her.

I think I miss her the most when I am with my family. To watch they grow up each day and to know that they are fine means so much to me. Family makes me feel complete. Mak wanted me to take care of my other siblings. It was a huge final wish. At first I feel burdened. I mean I did naturally care about them. But to live with the fact that that was Mak's final wish felt too much. I am not sure why - was it because she knew I can do it or did she foresee that at one point I will need a place to rest and love. Apart from that, I wonder if Mak was worry that I would leave my family...

Fortunately through days without her, I finally see what she has given me - she gave me not just reason to move on, but the reason to live my life contently. What was once a responsibility became my priority. Oh I still yell at home. We still fight like cats (I'm the cutest!). But that's what siblings do, right? :p She knows best, even after she left.

It is two years and I miss her. If I ever feel incomplete, it's the time without her... She brought so many wonderful things to this world and when she left, she left it all with me. I am going to cheer that; every bit of it.

Treasure what you have while you still have the time and the chance.



I was reading your blog and I noticed the quote at the side of your blog:
"There'’s no hurry. I won’t let anyone hurt you. You can take all the time you need.
Edward Cullen, Eclipse, Chapter 1, p.25"

I don't know, but I feel it is strangely appropriate.

I agree with u. Family is really the earthly angels God put here to be with us :)
Leesa.Maz said…
In us and our siblings, I believe are parts of our mother and dad that even when they're are gone, will always remind us of them.

And in our life, there are always things, little they may be, that will remind us of our parents. Like a certain perfume will always remind me of my mom. And I will always miss her when I am at my depth of despair. I see her in myself when I smile as I look into the mirror everyday.

The gifts that we can pass to our parents are prayers and good deeds that we have done.
'Aini said…
Let's remember the nicest of things ^____^

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