I bought you flowers.

Jacky had a way of lighting up people's lives with her humour and kindness. Mum said when she was born, our household was the brightest ever.  She was so cute, chubby and naughty. That made me laugh, she grew up to be the same way. Not chubby though, she lost her baby fat to grow into a tall and lanky beauty.

When she and I started our business venture together, she was in charge of marketing our agency's services. She had that great smile and appeal that made anyone feel at ease with her. Don't be fooled to cross paths with her. She will never take it lightly, but she is a best friend to those she loves and who love her in return.

She never made it look like she had a lot of trials to overcome. While raising her son, she made sure she did a splendid job of it.  When she fell ill, she carried on no matter the pain for her son's sake. She went about her work until she couldn't. A few days before she died, she asked me to sing the song, Let it Be by the Beatles. I did in a choked voice. I often thought about why she chose that song. Maybe to let me know that her illness was meant to be and to accept her demise when it happens.

But then, who accepts the death of someone like Jacky. It was too tragic for her friends and family.

Today is her death anniversary and I bought her flowers.

-shobana-

 

Sasha and her family have gone back after a short holiday here in Malaysia. Well, I miss them and wish them a safe journey back home. Come back soon.

My beautiful Sasha and Me.

September's Here.

September is a month of celebrations, nostalgia and special memories in my household, 

As I ushered in the month with a little trepidation, I promised to live up to the promises of the month.

I realized that the wonderful blessings life has in store for me are almost upon me. I am much happier,

stronger and look forward to what's to come. 

I have so many thoughts running in my head, and so many poems and stories to put together, however, I am taking a break from it all for the moment. 

I received a beautiful email from Robin Sharma along with his message about his new program, The Wealth Money Can't Buy Method, he forwarded this poem. A very meaningful one I should say. Everyone should realize that life is precious and short and definitely not to be taken for granted.

Here's the poem for your kind reading.

Who will cry when you die - A Poem by Robin Sharma

Who will cry when you die?

Who will speak of your life in celebration of all you have done, become and made.

Who will speak of your specialness.

At the end.

 

You matter. Highly.

Famous, influential and prominent. 

Or not.

 

Oh what you’ve experienced.

The secret trials you’ve endured.

The troubles you’ve turned into triumph.

The rich wisdom you’ve gathered.

The good you’ve done.

 

Ponder your ending.

Intimacy with mortality.

Sensibility of finality.

No postponing of the doing of brave things.

Giving more than you take.

Giving your hidden gifts the light of day.

So you withhold nothing.

For potential unexpressed becomes regret made manifest.

Have a great month of September.

Shobana