In the blink of an eye, a year had passed. Before last year, I'd never dreamt what life without my Grandma's like. Who would have known that on this day, I'd survived one whole year without my beloved Grandma. It's amazing, the ability of people to pick up and move on.
When I was little, I used to to think that I'd never be able to live without my Grandma. I used to wake up in the wee hours of the morning, crying for my Grandma cos of another bad dream of her passing on and leaving me. She'd promised that when the time comes she'd fly on a crane and bring me with her. Too bad she cannot fulfill this promise.....
Po, I miss you... I'm sorry I never said I love you. To your death I still never gained the courage... I hope you'll be able to feel it though.
Far as you are, I bear hope that one day, we 'll definitely be reunited somewhere and we'll never part again...