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Sunday, May 28, 2006
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nick lachey - what's left of me

now what's left of my step great grandma? ytd daddy told us that she might not be able t get through the night. but when i woke up this morning, daddy said she's still fine. so we visited her at the hospital. i saw her lying thr, having difficulties trying to catch that couple more breaths. when we're standing here, helpless, breathing normally. it was heart breaking seeing her trying so hard just to breathe, when it's that simple for you and i. headed over to grandma's hse. and then out with clement.

while i was out, ame texted me and said great grandma passed away alr. my heart totally stop beating for a split second. she may be just my step great grandma, but we do have feelings. i read ame's blog. and i jst couldnt help it and cried. yes. it seemed only just ytd when she handed us cousins red packets, telling us to study hard. smiling warmly at us, giving a pat on our backs. it was only this chinese new year. she still looked strong and cheerful. why would such things happen? ):

life is fragile.


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