It's been a long while. This space is already gathering dust.
I could wax poetic about the food that nourished my body and travels that fed my soul, to compensate for a year of absence. But the reality is, it took me a shitload of courage to hit that New Post button and start to write.
Early last year, my younger sister passed away. Six months after that, we also lost my mother. I wish there's more eloquent way to say it - to soften the blow. This is the first time I am putting this into writing, after all. But I am so spent and that's all I've got.
Most days, I would wake up and I still cannot make sense of what happened. The pandemic we all fear at that time doesn't even have anything to do with it.
Grief used to be a foreign concept to me until it presented itself as an unwelcome guest carrying a placard that says life is fleeting.
My mother and sister, they were big part of this space. I am grateful that I could catch glimpse of their memories through old pages of this blog. Had I known that this could be a place of comfort when pain of loss is piercing, I would have written more.
Regrets never sit well with my vocabulary. But I know I should have written more.
So, here I am now.
Despite the wreckage, here I am now.
