Time flies. Six months have gone by since Mum?s passing away. Early today, Peter (my cousin) and I, together with Yanti (our maid) went to the Mount Erskine Columbarium to light candles and say prayers for Mum at her niche. It was a simple affair in remembrance of Mum. At the same time, it was an emotional one for me. It was difficult indeed not to feel sad in the presence of Mum?s remains.
No matter how well we are prepared to face the death of a loved one, no matter how many deaths of loved ones we had faced before, the actual death itself is one that is most difficult to bear. I thought I could eventually cope with the grief of losing Mum as time passes, but after six months, I still feel a deep sense of loss that is just so difficult to shake off. Mum is too deeply ingrained in me, and rightly so. I am her progeny.
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