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I think the worst feeling one can have is knowing you may not have a loved one by the end of the week.

The wait will slowly eat you.

Standing there staring at her as she lies in a coma, I don’t know what I feel.

Watching her children and grandchildren break down in front of me, I can’t help but feel numb.

I don’t want to think of that time I was rude to her, or the time I took her for granted.

I don’t want to think of a life where I won’t hear her laughter or feel her kisses or eat her kicap chicken or hear her ask me about the peacock ring she gave me.

I want to convince myself I’ve done everything I could when she was conscious and well.

48 hours. What the h*ll Assunta.

When anxietyย was great within me, Your consolationย brought joy to my soul.

Psalms 94:19

On a side note: I’m going to miss you, Akka ๐Ÿ˜ฅ Have a safe trip back to the U.S.

Akka and I copy

Thinking of: My second chakra, my beloved sister leaving, Westlife’s Soledad and how I really don’t want to go back to that hospital.