Beat You There by Will Dempsey

Every word of this song resonates with me as I think of my mom... We knew her time was near, so we got to say our goodbyes... My family told her we loved her and what a great mother, daughter, and person she had been to all who knew her, and how proud we are of her and all that she had accomplished... But I left out the simple things; like what a great driver she was... how only she could make that perfect mug of coffee that try as I might, I could never replicate... and how much I admired her...

What impacted me most in the song was the longing to know she's ok... I used to wake up with anxiety attacks because I was so worried she was buried alive... The death release was made at home, as she was under hospice care with us at home, and passed away peacefully with us around her... I worried that they might have made a mistake, and that we buried her, and now she's awake and stuck in the coffin... That thought kept me up at night...

I have been with her through every journey... Sat with her through her chemo treatments, scans, surgeries, and every hospital stay... This is the one journey she has made alone... I wished I could have travelled with her to Heaven's Gates, so I could see her off, happy with the knowledge that she's safe and in Heaven... Her last words to us were, “Mother Mary said she's coming tomorrow to take me to Heaven”, and that at least gives me some comfort... I can pray as many novenas I can for her, but all I wish is that I could talk to her once again and hear her say that she's ok... So, I felt every word of this song...

Sending hugs of comfort to all those dealing with grief and loss of their own, especially the family of Mdm. Vijayalakshmi, the Masjid India sinkhole victim... My family and I were there for my mom's final breath, but I still worry for her, so I cannot imagine the pain and worry they must be going through, not being able to see their mom and get some form of closure...

To all those dealing with loss, may time bring us healing from our grief while we treasure every memory we shared with those we loved and the time we got to spend with them...

The full song is available here :  

https://youtu.be/wGmDu5iDB34?si=j5MvsWcLLFIGDZd-

PRU 15


Today when I went to vote, I saw a young woman, who had just given birth, so exhausted, barely able to walk, who came to vote with her baby in her arms. 

I saw people in wheelchairs. People who didn't have transport but were willing to walk to their polling stations. 

I read about people braving floods to cast their votes. 

It is so humbling to see people not letting circumstances or their difficulties stop them from exercising their rights. 

Proud too of my sister-in-law who drove all the way back to Malacca from Penang, on her own, to cast her votes, since my brother had to come back to Alor Setar to vote. 

It makes me slightly patriotic to see people performing their civic duty no matter the situation. 

Moments like this, or when we cheer for our country during world-class sporting events, or seeing people helping one another during times of trouble regardless of race, is when I feel the Malaysian spirit. Even if certain actions or words spoken by a select few sometimes makes me sad, I'm all in all, proud of my Malaysian heritage.

For my family and I, the voting process went smoothly. Thanks to SPR, for the friendly support staff and the clear arrangement in helping us cast our votes conveniently and quickly.

Hoping the party I voted for wins, but no matter who wins, I hope they rule with integrity instead of greed, with love instead of prejudice, and always put the needs of the people and our country first. 

May those who win value the mandate given by the people who had voted for them, and do their best for our country. Safe voting everyone. 

My Nora Roberts/JD Robb Collection


My entire Nora Roberts and JD Robb collection, which I've read so many times, I've even memorized some of the dialogues and scenes. 

I'm in awe of Nora Roberts/JD Robb that she can write so many books, and each one filled with so much details that you can actually picture the scenes in your mind. Truly a talented writer. I salute you. Thank you for sharing with us your memorable stories.

Currently though, I'm hooked on her In Death Series (Nora Roberts writing under the pseudonym, JD Robb).

 

Thanks to online bookstores, I managed to get some of the older books in the In Death series that could not be found in bookshops. So my 2020 goal is to read the entire collection in sequence from Book 1. I'm halfway through my goal. 

I love the progression of characters, to see how Eve and Roarke have grown through the series, and how their relationship with each other and the supporting characters have changed them for the better. Eve Dallas is an inspiring woman, fighting for justice and her loved ones. Thank you JD Robb for giving us Eve and Roarke, and all the supporting characters. I can't get enough of them. An amazing author that makes you fall in love with her characters, and feel pain for their struggles, and joy for their accomplishments. 


Reveal Your Bookshelf

 


#RevealYourShelf No Place Like Home to enjoy a good book...

So what happens when you discover Book Depository, you run out of space in your bookshelf, of course. Thank you for giving me the chance to indulge in my love for books.

#bookwormproblems When you spend all your money on books, but not on a new bookshelf. I need a new bookshelf, but there's no space for a bookshelf, so I also need a new house...
 

 

 

 

 If anyone's wondering, yes, I've read all these books, some several times.

Sharing what I enjoyed


 
I came across this and thought this is so me. Actually mine is more "forcing my family to watch TV Shows and Movies I like"...
And it happens more often than I would like to admit.. 😊🙈
My siblings and my mother's youngest brother's family are my victims. I force and force them to watch a show I like until they relent...
I'm such a wonderful sister, niece and cousin 😛
 

Actually it's more that I have a terrific family who tolerate me... ❤

My brother's wedding video

I was 12 and my sister 8, when my brother was born so we were his babysitter. I have watched him grow from a pleasant, always smiling baby and a cheerful young boy, constantly saying "I Love You", to a responsible young man, always smiling and joking, planning his wedding while watching out for his family. 

We are happy you have found the love of your life, a partner who is good to you and us... We wish you both memories to last a lifetime and a bright happy future together... My only wish was that my father had been around to see the wedding of the son he so loved and adored, but I know my father would have been there in spirit, looking down at his son from Heaven, and proud of the man he has become. 

To me, you will always be my sweet baby brother.

Easter 2020


A different Lent and Easter this year. For years, my siblings and my mother's brother's family have always celebrated Easter together. For the first time we are all apart, celebrating through video calls. At times like this, we realize how precious is family time and that we should always treasure every moment we get to spend together as a family. 

 

This Lent, we could not go to church, but I'm grateful to all the priests for conducting live streaming so we do not miss out on our weekly and Lenten obligations. Many, of various religious beliefs, are also not able to go to their places of worship, but it does not matter where we pray, as long as we do not waver in our faith. I pray that we all remain strong, stay safe and that this crisis passes soon... God bless you all...

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