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I'll never forget
The Flowers You Gave Me
or anything else for that matter
DORITA
070191
holy in pri
brownie
anglican high
girl guide
student coucilor
st. andrew's junior college
concert band :)
living sanctuary brethen church
youth ablaze
doritarded@live.com.sg
there's not much i wanna say.
just a lot that i wanna do.
if i ever get the chance
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
last night.
tossed and turned.
then tossed and turned again.
finally..
drifted off into a sweet slumber.
i saw her.
heard her.
i swear it seemed all too real.
i started believing in it.
agreed to go over to visit her.
as i was making my way..
something stirred and i awoke.
reality bit me.
it bit me real hard.
she'd gone.
and she'd never be back.
i miss her.
i miss her so much.
the rest of the night and the following day
devoted,
to thoughts of her.
sweet thoughts,
loving thoughts.
my mama (maternal grandmother)
forever remembered as the bubbly and cute character she was.
i love you, mama.
12:37 AM
