Hmmmm it feels lonely with out having to fight for the car. Every time I drive the car, I would think of you. I remember the day you honked the car every time you return home from your work to fetch Andrew. Sometimes I do hope you would be in the car again. I would imagine you sitting right beside me, in the passenger’s seat. It also felt lonely without your presence. I thought I have forgotten all the sadness in me until I drove pass the particular building of the hospital you passed away. I was wrong.
Every time I look at the building, I would think of you again. The gush of sadness just came right to me, smacking my face. I remember the day you told you can’t sleep with your back lying on the bed because you have breathing difficulties. It hurts me so much that you cannot even sleep properly on your bed and you didn’t get to enjoy the air con you always wanted in your room. Yeah you told me to get on with my life. I’m trying to. I guess I needed more time.
