Day 49

On day 49 after the passing of my mil, hubby and I went back to Melaka for some prayers, leaving the kids at the schools and nanny's. Everyone was talking about dreaming of the mum, hubby was the only one who did not dream of her for the past 49 days. But waking up the next day, he proudly told me that the mum came to visit him. The mum was all smiles and telling him that she is doing fine. That day he was in good mood all day long. How time flies that it has been nearly 2 months since we lost her. We are still not used to it. Some days I feel like asking hubby if the mum called him because she would call him everyday to chit chat with the son. If he did not receive call from her, the mum was either too busy attending religion class or too much in pain. Fast forward today, hubby said his phone has become quieter since then. That's from a son who misses the mum dearly.