it's so true:
that our struggle is not against flesh and blood;
that you dont cherish your supposedly loved ones until they're gone.

my grandad died last monday 5th of may.
my oldest uncle suffered a stroke during grandpa's cremation.
he passed away today, not one hour ago.

the incident opened my aunts' eyes to the futility of the funeral rites and the sheer pressure they put on my uncle. at least they finally saw.

but we know he's saved now. so he's in a better place, and for that im thankful, in the midst of all the grieving. i stopped asking God why. He knows best.


i've learnt to treasure my family more. i have only one surviving grandma left, and she's such a dear. i dont wanna regret anything ever again, like how i did for my other three late grandparents.

i've learnt a lot. i hope.