Your purple kaftan

Dear Maryam,

I was thinking last night, could it be possible that you are missing me as much as i miss you?

Because i miss you so much.

Going to bed alone is difficult, you know. All i have to keep me company every night is your little purple kaftan to hug and the memory of you snuggling up to me.

I can still feel the softness of your cheeks as i kiss you goodnight. Waking up every morning breaks my heart to pieces over and over again knowing you will not be there.

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IntnApril 30, 2010 at 6:52 PM
Nurul, Maryam bangun tidur terselak tak kaftan hehehe sbb masa ko tanya aku dulu aku ada bagi komen camtu...
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MamaMaryamApril 30, 2010 at 7:35 PM
mmg la terselak.. aku ada satu gambar dia tido pakai kaftan tu, tapi tak terselak.. jap aku upload
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As I walk this journey of a bereaved parent, I notice that my whole world changed. My beliefs aren't the same. My priorities aren't the same and my future is changed forever. My whole life has been shattered, and I didn't know where to begin to pick up the pieces or if I even had the will to pick up the pieces.

Everyone around me, even though very attentive to me, continued functioning in their lives. I didn't know where I fit in any more. I was alone, trying to figure out what happened in that split second when they told me Maryam was gone