Leng, the Princess

This is my life story. Minutes and seconds my story (to borrow the lyrics from a well-loved song).

Monday, July 18, 2005

Letting Go

Does letting go mean forgetting or remembering?

Can the grieving process be ever completed? Where the last ounce of grief is drained from you and you begin to know that, yes, this is THE end of it?

Will there be a day where you think that the end of the tunnel is near, only to take a stumble and fall into a bottomless abyss of sadness all over again?

It's now July. If all things went well, perhaps, we would be welcoming a little bundle of joy at this moment, cradling him in our arms and making funny faces at him, watching him grow up and playing with him. The proud parents will be so fond of him - he'd probably be spoilt silly by so many of us!

It's certainly not easy days for those who lost a loved one. It's just as painful and heart rending to see people grieving and wracked with sobs, to hear them say that it was just not meant to be.

But perhaps it's easier to let go and to move on and let God heal this pain, which no doctor could ever do.

2 Comments:

  • At 6:22 AM, Blogger paradox said…

    i remembered him saying "what do You want to tell us", "what do You want to tell us" ...

    just can't help crying ...

     
  • At 6:32 AM, Blogger Leng said…

    I know. When I saw her cry, I felt as if we were back in the hospital room again.

    But dunno leh, I sense something is different this time round...like there was a sense of moving on...

    Can't quite explain it lah.

     

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