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Tuesday, November 22, 2005


SHMILY [Part 2]

I thought all the while that as old people, well you know, they'd be bored and all, so they played this to pass time. I thought this until that day...

One day, Grandmama died. Daddy said that she had died from a heart attack. I cried buckets and buckets. When we were accompanying her on her final journey, Pop wrote SHMILY onto the whole coffin and even the ribbon around it. It took him a few hours to do this but he still went strong and completed it. None of the undertakers or my family members stopped him. After Pop finished his deed, we sent her off. And then, for the first time in my 9 years in the world, I saw Pop cry.

Two years later, Pop also passed away due to a hole in the heart that only was discovered so late in his life. That night when Pop died, I had a vision. Grandmama and Pop had met up in Heaven. They were exchanging hugs and giving each other kisses. All around them, there were words in shining gold. When I looked closer, it said,

SHMILY.

I finally realised the meaning of the six letters. No matter who leaves this world first, no matter how far apart we are, I will never stop loving you.

See How Much I Love You.


DEATH.PEN 8:19 AM