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The weather today is hazy with a permanent presence of sadness.

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This goodbye is more heartbreaking than ever.

Tomorrow my mum heads back to Germany to papa and my sister, and I fly back to KL to the arms of a concrete jungle. We leave behind my mum’s siblings, my aunts, uncles, godmother, childhood familiarity. Sometimes I ask myself if I did the right thing when I packed my bags, left Deutschland for KL just because of this silly little notion called ‘following your heart’.

I will miss. I miss. I miss. This love is too far apart and at times there’s no blood to run to.

Then past, present and future all collide.

It’s been a year and I can still remember everything. Aunt Nora asking me to fly back, the landing, the news, the crying at the conveyor belt, the drive to mama’s house, the prayers, the wake, her body, her skin, the sadness, the church service, my mum rushing in the middle of the service, my mumĀ caressingĀ grandma, the nailing of the coffin, the burial, the tears, the deep longing to hold her hand again, to talk to her, to say goodbye, to say thank you for everything for spoiling me when I was small, for indulging me, for the small gifts, the meaningful jewelry, for the stories, for staying with me in the hospital where I spent most of my younger years at, for the values you had instilled in me, to say that you were my hero and always will be, to tell you how much I love you, to tell you how much you have influenced me, to tell you how much I admire your strength, to hear your stories all over again, to ask you to tell me other stories, other secrets, your sorrows and your happiness.

To surpress your emotions is sometimes a key to survival, and I can be pretty good at that. Until it’s time to face the music, like now, when everything comes crashing in, a tsunami of sorrow shattering the defense mechanism you’ve been building. The first year memorial brings me back to that place of sadness. Realizing (again) that the woman who was the pillar of the family, who has overseen generations, will not be there when you ‘balik kampung’ anymore. The woman who has held you as a baby and raised you until your 13th birthday will not be able to hold your hand anymore.

This blog has been, I guess, some sort of emotional jar since mama’s passing last year, in which I keep the deep sadness that I’m not able to express to anyone. I feel lost. I feel scared to lose anyone else in my family.

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