
On a more serious note, I always felt more than a pang of sadness whenever I see these old photos, when my parents were young, energetic, and smiling. Now, more wrinkles and in lesser health, the only thing I can do and hope is that the smiles remain.
When my grandma went to see the maker, i din really understand when i saw my aunts and uncles cried like nobody's business. I really felt empty back then. I must have thought that I'm pretty mature. Come to think of it now, the reason is probably that I'm not as close to her as it would have been.
Gosh, I simply cannot imagine the day when my parents would leave. Anyone with a sensible mind would too. I dread this day. Its as though I have taken their youth away.
Enough emo, Great, I'm choking already. Let us toast to our parents' life and pray for many more good years to come.