I commute approximately 2 hours via train daily.
Its beginning to annoy me for the time spent travelling! Not to mention the
jostling with fellow commuters during rush hours.
The travelling time had to be dealt with and I grabbed a book lying in
a pile of magazines on the coffee table. "For one more day" - Mitch Albom
It was a surprisingly good read. The gist of the book is that 'Charley' blamed his mother for causing his father to leave the family and lives(through a spoiled marriage, failed career and attempted suicide) to find out that she was a great woman; only after she was gone.
Every chapter seemed to dug deep into my soul, tugging at my chest.
Once your family's gone, there won't be a second chance.
Whatever you last said, you last did and saw will stop there.
I don't make the extra effort to go cycling with my dad or shopping with my mum but
we do have dinner, watch tv, tell them about my day and drink tea; almost every night. But I begin to worry as
the growing number of white hairs on their heads increase each day.
My late grandmother spent her last 2 weeks in a nursing home.
Within these 2 weeks I never made the effort to see her once.
"Next week la.."
I guess next week never came.
When they're gone, I hope we've countless memories to fall back on, stacks of
photo albums to flip through and to keep them close forever.
Someone once taught me this sentence not to long ago.
"Whatever I do, I'll make sure there will be no regrets." - Jiawei
[ Mosh the Toemato ] 4:40:00 PM
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