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Ask not for whom the bell tolls

From the day my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer, to the eve of his death, I reminded myself to accept the fact that his death was imminent. I recited the words “to live is to die” over and over again, like some sort of mantra. However, nothing can truly prepare one to face the passing away of a loved one. As I watched my grandfather’s labored breathing come to a gradual, and yet oh-so-abrupt, stop, my heart was filled with a profound sadness. And the grief-stricken sobs coming from my p...

28 October 2012, 11:14 AM
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Cogitations & Ruminations

Today, as I drove home from work, I sat in my car chilling to Mattafix's Big City Life - a song I used to listen to oh-so-often back in SPS. Almost subconsciously, I began to reminisce about my time at St. Paul's: From pushing off work to celebrating Cricket holiday to cramming the night before to write an essay and to study for 3 tests, from running under the cool shade offered by the many trees lining the dirt path leading to the docks to pulling pranks on friends, and everything in between...

21 October 2012, 03:16 PM
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