In a few hours time, i'll be seeing my aunt off. In a few hours time, i'd be hugging her and tell her i'll miss her. And be it in Singapore or The United States, that we'll meet next year. and we'll keep in contact through Facebook.
sigh that leads to me to thinking, where was I the past couple of years. who fetched her to the airport and said good bye, see you next year? did she cry? i know i would. after listening to her piece of advice, or should i say, her regrets she faced about her mom, my grandmother passing away when she was not around. to think that they'll meet again the year before, but never did. the last words was exchanged through overseas call. no hugging, no kissing, no personal contact.
I've been thinking, the word family, has so much meaning to it. although it is define as a social unit living together/ related by blood. To me. To me. it is defined by the moments and memories we've spent and created together. the stories and experience they will share with you, as they wish you'd be better and successful in the future. the unconditional love they shower unto you. and unknowingly we take their words for granted, thinking that they'll be around for a longest time and probably forever.
i honestly don't know if i would be seeing my aunt again, i don't know. the thought frightens me. something might happen to me within this year or the next. it might. she might. the world might be ending. and as i'm tearing while typing all these, and as ridiculously the phrase 'the world is ending' might sounds. it might happen, but we just don't know when. and in this process of 'ending', what will we become of? dust? or just another bag of fertilizer to the soil?
All these uncategorized thoughts are directed me to a word, and that is. God. For i cannot fathom
p/s, i'm terribly sorry for any grammatical errors
