Worth visiting

Scotland is worth a visit. The hyperboles used to describe this country are all true. To be honest, it was Scotland that I was looking forward to. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always liked England. There was even a time when I had seriously considered relocating to London from KL. This was long before I […]

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Coconut cake and rice

Today is my mum-in-law’s birthday. For sure, my Sinnavan would have baked a coconut cake for her. My mum-in-law is not a dessert or a cake person. But she’d happily have her neighbour’s baked coconut cake. My Sinnavan has been the baker and supplier of coconut cake for so long that I can’t remember when […]

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I want to …

My life has not been quite the same since 26th April. Not since my Sinnavan passed. Yes, I’m still here. Alive. Carrying on with whatever I do every day. Planning. Scheduling. Going places. Doing stuff. Keeping busy. All of that. I know I must live my life the best I can with and for the […]

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Birthday on Wednesday

My Sinnavan would have been 74 on Wednesday. Not to be. She was a birthday girl. She loved celebrating her birthday. In fact, she had two. The first and actual one is on 5th August. The second is 10 ten days later, on the 15th. Apparently, this date came about because my dad had registered […]

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Goodbyes

I don’t like goodbyes. Like I had written previously, I want to and like to be part of the welcome wagon. The wagon that invites and is full of smiles, bear hugs and happy times to look forward to. This time around, when sisters number 1 from England, and sisters number 2 and 4 arrived […]

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Siblings

My sisters return to their homes in England and Australia tomorrow. The twelve days have gone past swiftly. I’m already missing them. In fact, I’ve been thinking of tomorrow since last Tuesday. It will be heartbreaking saying goodbye. As my mum used to say, ‘If you come, you have to go.’ Particularly because all her […]

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On my mind

I’ve written six posts about my Sinnavan. This is post number seven. I feel like I want to keep writing about her. I want to keep remembering her. And, keep her present in my life. It’s somewhat like what sister number 1 said to me tearfully over the telephone, ‘If we can’t speak about our […]

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Whatever, whenever

My husband and I got together with brother 2 and family to celebrate his birthday. It was a few hours of chatter, laughter and feasting. The company was good. Stories and happenings were shared particularly by the nieces and nephews. The food received many thumbs-ups with an ‘I will return for the sausages’ review. The […]

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More writing

I told myself enough already but I can’t seem to or want to stop writing about sister number 3. It’s like an outlet for me, my mobile to talk to her, and about her. Obviously, I miss my Sinnavan. I miss my daily phone calls with her. I miss her voice. I miss her laugh, […]

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It is what it is

My husband and I lit two candles on 15 May for sister number 3. As did my siblings and family. To mark her leaving us. I know … WHAT? This cannot be but it is. Even as I lit the candle, I was saying this is not right, this cannot be. It cannot be but […]

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