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 anxiety was great within me, Your consolation brought joy to my soul.
Psalms 94:19
On a side note: I’m going to miss you, Akka 😥 Have a safe trip back to the U.S.
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.
S U M I 