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Leaving home again


On the day we were leaving Kuching (which was just yesterday!!??!!!), my grandma came into the room and told me my grandpa was singing this song I had never heard of before (it's a lot to be excited about 'cos my granddad hardly says, let alone sings anything these days - he just sits down in his chair and sleeps or writes poems occasionally). I was curious of course so I asked my grandma to sing it to me and so she did - repeatedly :')

May the good Lord bless and keep you whether near or far away
May you find that long awaited golden day 
May your troubles all be small ones and your fortunes ten times ten
May the good Lord bless and keep you till we meet again
May you walk with sunlight shining and a bluebird in every tree
May there be a silver lining back on every cloud you see
Fill your dreams with sweet tomorrows never mind what might have been
May the good Lord bless and keep you till we meet again

I wanted so much to break down and cry and hug her but my mum told me before we reached Kch that I needed to hold myself together when I said goodbye so that my grandma doesn't get too upset - I succeeded you know - as I waved goodbye, I was telling her repeatedly with a smile that I'll Skype her and get my dog to do tricks for her. :) And then, I rushed into my uncle's car, put on my shades (kiwi slang for sunglasses) and cried.

My paternal grandma on the other hand dressed up 'to the nines' (I mean it!) and brought her walking cane (she can't walk properly you see - injured her knee cap) and saw us off. :')

I never realised how much both my grandmas loved my sister and I (always knew they did but never knew the extent). I am so blessed, God! :)

Ah, its painful being away from home - but whether or not I am in Kuching or Auckland or wherever I end up someday, these places are but temporary homes, there's a better one waiting for me one day! :)

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