I cant accept the fact that my grandmother had passed away yesterday at 340pm. No one was there beside her while she's in that condition. Dad was late by a few minutes. When one by one came running in, it was already too late. I cant stop myself from crying so hard. I've done the biggest sin of all; hindering her from talking to me. I've always wanted to stay away cause i never know what to talk about. I'm not much of a talker last time. But as i grow, i began to be more open towards her and i began to love her more. Why is it that when i start loving someone so much, they have to go? I regret not appreciating her in the past. She always calls on my birthday. I know I was the last person she called SINGING the birthday song before she had stroke. And that's the last time i've heard her talk. After getting the news that my grandmother just passed away, my heart literally stopped. I knew that it would happen but not this fast. But why does it feel like she's not gone yet? I still feel her presence while lying on the bed she always sleeps on just now. I'm not stable yet but i will be in time to come. I thank Syahrizan and Farhan for coming along to the cemetery to witness this occasion. Last but definitely not least, I love you sooooooo much nenek )''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''':