My apetite is not back yet. It seems like everyone thinks that all I have to do is page my apetite and it will return immediately. The absence of an apetite is doing a tiny difference to a certain physical apperance but sadly what is needed are drastic changes.
How can I eat when everytime I look at something or someone I'm reminded of you?
How will I digest food knowing that I will never hear you call my name again?
How am I going to ever eat when everytime I swallow food I see you imitating me checking my tummy?
How am I supposed to go on with life when I see you in everything I do?
You were my living angel. Holding me and protecting me with your wings warm and cosy around me. You were much more than a birth certificate, an identity card or a death certificate. You brought so much joy. You may not have been as famous as an actress but you were my rock star, rocking my world with little bits of nothings and everythings. You taught me about love. You taught me about life.
I miss you my dearest. I miss the way your face lights up when you watch your favorite soaps. I miss the way you dubbed all the actors and actresses so you could remember who they were supposed to be. I miss your hearty laughs. I miss playing with the skin on your hands 'cos they're so pull-y and push-y. Hee.
You touched so many souls. You were the bestest grannie anyone can ever have.
You may not be with me physically but you will live on forevermore in my heart and memory.
~Count on being waken up at silly hours, tens and thousands years from now...'cos judging from *us* I think insomnia is hereditary. Hee.
' I will take you with me every step of the way '
minx wrote at1:26 AM
