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Life is really full of ironies. Just yesterday I wrote in my journal about my grandmother's failing health, and today she died.
I don't know how my father is going through all this. My mother spoke to him in the morning, she said that he sounded weary. My father is still in Penang waiting for my aunt to return from Australia. My uncle...I have nothing much to say about. He refused to go to Penang to visit my grandmother, despite her plea. She said that he don't have to bring anything, just come home. I think it's really sad. At least my dad is there with her when she breathed her last. Nothing further to say for now, still in shock and disbelief.
I don't know how my father is going through all this. My mother spoke to him in the morning, she said that he sounded weary. My father is still in Penang waiting for my aunt to return from Australia. My uncle...I have nothing much to say about. He refused to go to Penang to visit my grandmother, despite her plea. She said that he don't have to bring anything, just come home. I think it's really sad. At least my dad is there with her when she breathed her last. Nothing further to say for now, still in shock and disbelief.