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barely 3 weeks since Aunty Del's passing, Aunty Bessie passed away.
it hasn't been an easy july hasn't it? life is such a fragile thing.

i remember how Aunty Bessie always fed me to the brim with her lovely cooking. We never usually exchange words but she would ask me if i was tired from work, what i wanted to drink or anything she knew she could do for me. She was always ready to give and never seem to ask anything of anyone. She would wait by the gate of her front door and watch me leave every time without fail. i suppose she could be considered as one of those people we often take for granted of due to their soft natured way of life.

i miss her with a sense of guilt that i failed to pay her a visit during the school holidays. i suppose i don't know how much an impact my presence would make in her life but i like to think that maybe she would have simply appreciate my being there.

i look back at the times i was there when even Uncle Francis was still around lazing on the cold floor, watching tv. Once i even found him sitting near the lift on one of those stone chairs. i was rather amuse and shock when he said he went for a walk downstairs. i can't recall how the conversation went but i can remember how he looked as he sat there.

When he had the stroke that left him in bed most of his days, i often saw Aunty Bessie sitting by the bed just looking on at her husband as if in a daze. When he finally did pass, she still sat in her room alot or she'd sit by the tiny room at the kitchen smoking away.

i assume by the nature of how she went, most people would say she died of a broken heart...and this i believe is true.

it's beautiful to believe that in this crazy world with killings and all, love like theirs can still exists.