7 years

Today, seven years ago, grandma passed away at 1.30 pm. I was in the office when my cousin messaged me on MSN. I was stoned. Emotionless. I even went for a meeting at IE. It wasn't till very late that night when I was preparing a bunch of handover materials for all the projects that I was handling so that my colleague could take over while I was on compassionate leave. I cried my heart out. My boss saw me, and he was very kind to offer to drive me all the way back to Melaka. Of course I couldn't make him do that, so I declined, thanking him profusely.

I was especially upset because we had chosen to skip the crowds and jams over National Day weekend to go home and see grandma. We took for granted there would always be a next week. No, there probably won't be. Don't even take for granted there would be a next day, next hour, next minute. What you want to do or say, do it now. But that said, it's easier said than done >.<"'