November..
I wasn't really planning to post anything today because I haven't really done anything. But today marks the first anniversary of my grandfather's passing.
I always think that November isn't kind. Back in November 2012 my precious grandmother had also passed away. It was the hardest because to me she was my favorite person on earth, and I never valued a person more than I have valued her so far. She was kind, passionate, and her smile made my days bright. I never received love from anyone as much I had received love from her. Everyone said I was her favorite, and to me she was mine.
She'd lived with us for years, so it will always leave a gap in my heart the same way it left a gap in the house.
And in last year's November my darling grandfather had also passed. It was sudden since we had just gathered with him 2 nights before. He was the greatest, the sweetest and the heart and soul of our family house. Every Thursday without him is cruel. The outer room is dark and his special seat empty. It still feels like a dream that he is no longer with us.
That's the circle of life. One is born, one is gone.
رحم الله موتانا و موتى المؤمنين و المؤمنات اجمعين
I always think that November isn't kind. Back in November 2012 my precious grandmother had also passed away. It was the hardest because to me she was my favorite person on earth, and I never valued a person more than I have valued her so far. She was kind, passionate, and her smile made my days bright. I never received love from anyone as much I had received love from her. Everyone said I was her favorite, and to me she was mine.
She'd lived with us for years, so it will always leave a gap in my heart the same way it left a gap in the house.
And in last year's November my darling grandfather had also passed. It was sudden since we had just gathered with him 2 nights before. He was the greatest, the sweetest and the heart and soul of our family house. Every Thursday without him is cruel. The outer room is dark and his special seat empty. It still feels like a dream that he is no longer with us.
That's the circle of life. One is born, one is gone.
رحم الله موتانا و موتى المؤمنين و المؤمنات اجمعين
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