THE LAST GOODBYE
....
I've been thinking about Aimar a lot this past week.
Maybe because I've been spending a lot of time with little Al E, but Aimar always seem to be in my mind.
Every evening he'd be the first to greet me at the door when I come home from a long day at work.
He'd just come and sit beside me whenever I was feeling low.
We'd play hide and seek.
He liked durians so much.
Despite his illness, he remained strong and eagerly welcomed me when I made my visits. The hospital was his second home. The doctors adored him. Aimar and I had fun delivering the Christmas basket that December morning.
I held back tears when I had to leave him to move to Miri.
....
"He's gone, dear. Two weeks ago. I'm so sorry."
I'm stumped. My heart sank.
It's for real now. The last goodbye.
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1 week ago
2 comments:
I wanted to ask you but did not find right timing. When you were taking about Aimar a few days back,your eyes watered up a little. I know how you feel, I am not sure when you heard the news. Your are always welcome to my home, play with Al E, chill out, mourn, whatever, anytime.
i didn't even realize that.
but thanks for the thought.
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