To my dear BTB, this pic reminded me of you :)

Cheers to us!

Counting down….

Love, your MOH!

Haha, yes i’m back! Hope to blog more often :)

My girl said to me the other day: “Can’t believe it’s November”

I can’t believe it too.

My current 8 will be graduating to Primary School. Since it’s year end, I now strongly feel the pride and joy of being a teacher of a grad class. Yes, my first K2 class. It’s a great feeling, mixed with sadness as well that I had so much fun with this bunch this year, and soon in a month’s time I have to see them go.

Kinda like birds flying away from the nest. Fly away, go see the world!

Tomorrow’s full dressed rehearsal, Friday’s the big concert day. After that, probably another meet the parents session and I’ll say farewell to them graduands.

Despite the stress of the concert prep, I’m still trying to enjoy the time I have with my class. I officially declared a break from spelling this week, much to their delighted YAYs. They do need one, after 7 weeks of tests. And it’s really no point to carry on spelling when everyone’s minds are on the concert. Poor kids have enough to memorise already.

So yes, I’m waiting for the concert to be over, to strike it off the stress list. They’re glad too, enough with the practices and dances.

But treasuring the time I have with my bunch.

She’s watched me as i crawled and stumbled

As a child, she was my world

And now to let me go, I know she bleeds

and yet she says to me

You can fly so high

Keep your gaze upon the sky

I’ll be praying every step along the way

Even though it breaks my heart to know we’ll be so far apart

I love you too much to make you stay

Baby fly away

Fly Away by Corrinne May

A few days ago when all was grim, she still moved her limbs a little and responded to sound and touch. The light had dimmed in her eyes, but her gaze was still steadfast even though she was uncomfortable and weak with fever. I sat at her bedside and whispered a prayer for her salvation, amidst tears. I touched her hair and face, so fragile yet so strong.

I remember her in this song, and miss her terribly as I type this. My best memories are of her as a toddler when she was my main caregiver. Her concern for others held no bounds. She was never selfish, always peaceful and loving towards all kinds of people. Her smile that lit her face each time she met us during family gatherings. Her love for each of her 10 children, and many grandchildren.

She passed on peacefully at 8pm this evening, at an age that we were so proud she pulled through up till now, 92 years.

Rest in peace and love always.