Caraousel

I'm kinda miss my grandma tonight. I'm just going through my old folders which contain many old photos and there is this photograph of her one or two years before she attacked by stroke for the unfortunately third time. It's quite hurt when you need to let go to someone while they're sleep in a coma. You could never say goodbye. I could never say how much I love our time together, how much I long to her smile every night I sat on the floor beside her bed took every word she hardly spoke. How much I will miss her and how much I wanted to take her pain away.
There is always a reason to be gloom and to be gloom is to refresh old memories.
Today is a different day. bold sunlight, a little too hot in the morning but warm at night. too dusty. Different friends, different place, different way of car drive.
But still. old days made you sad like a broken carousel,