This is the last piece of daily calendar that Ma tore. She passed on the next day on the 16th. Ma would tear a piece everyday and put it in her drawer. I found this shortly after Ma passed on. It was heartbreaking seeing it then for it indicates her last moments alive, moving about, breathing.
For the longest time I couldn't find myself to clear her things in her room. But now that the upper floor renovation is going on, I had to go through her things again and start throwing.
They say time heals and indeed it does. Seeing this piece in her drawer brought back distant memories. Melancholic. Thought of her... a tinge of sadness. But no more tears. No more pain.
As I dispose off this reminder, so I choose not to linger and look back at the pain. I choose to move on, to live and to keep good memories of Ma.
