your accident in the swimming pool reminds me of my dad’s friend. my dad and a couple of his friends were fishing by the sea and were packing up to go home when this particular friend said he wanted to take a swim. he dived into the sea from the rock and that was the last time they saw him alive. they searched for him when he didn’t emerge from the water. he died of concussion as a result of hitting his head on a rock submerged in the water. the sad part of it is he was about to get married in a few weeks’ time.

i guess things happen for a reason.

While my disabilities have robbed me of mobility and independence, it has taught me to appreciate life and see things in a new light. I have met some very caring people, more than I would have if I were not on a wheelchair.

Perhaps this is God’s way of telling me to slow down, smell the flowers and appreciate every single moment that I have. And that is exactly what I am doing.

i myself have lost someone dear to me. my beloved dad. it was cancer. and i just wish to share with you is that parent’s love is something greater than life. and i don’t only mean my dad’s, but also my moms’. she has to walk the journey without my dad now. my dad’s death would have definitely broken my mom into pieces. but she knows she has 3 more children who she loves them very much.

things we would do for them seems very little than what they have done for us. but we just gotta live life how they would want us to… to be a better person. they don’t ask from us anything, they just want us to be a better person…

Perhaps, I had wanted her to be around a while longer so that I could try to repay her for the thirty seven years that she had selflessly mothered over me.

You are so right when you say “they don’t ask anything from us.” Mum never asked for anything but she had freely given without the need to ask from her.

I remember Mum asking me to go home when I had wanted to spend the night with her at the hospital. I knew she had wanted me to stay and accompany her because she knew her time was almost up, but she still found the strength to care for me. Such is the love of a mother.

Carol,
Thank you for your prayers. Yes, I miss her so very dearly, still. I am not ashamed to say that as I am writing this I have tears in my eyes as I think of all that Mum had gone through to make life better for me. Continuing my journey through life without Mum will certainly be lonesome and less colourful. She had made those paths that we had taken so much more interesting. Thank you again for the prayers.

You know, whenever Mum and I chatted abt the people we know, and your name cropped up, she always had something good to say about you. Now I do not have a chat “buddy” to chat about the good times anymore.

You have many friends, though none could claim to be the `chat buddy’ your Mum was to you. Well, you can just drop me a line, bila-bila sajalah.